Pennywise X Georgie Novels & Stories

Cecily, on the other hand, wasn't particularly occupied with anything, making her quite talkative. "Isn't it a fitting end?" Her head rested in her palm, her dazed eyes twinkling with nothing short of excitement. "My big sister gets squished by the squisher. Mmm..." She squealed like a little girl, rhythmically drumming her feet on the floor. The results were several squeaks from the weak wooden planks. "It gives me the tingles just thinking about it." "We call it the compressor, dear." Georgina corrected offhandedly, her concentration never shifting from her scarf.

Maybe I’ll join the gym after all. ‘I think I’ll just wear lip-gloss,’ Georgie said with a tiny frown creasing her brow. ‘I don’t want to overdo it.’ ‘Believe me, Georgie, you could turn up dressed in a garbage bag and you’d be overdoing it,’ Rhiannon said wryly. ‘One look into those big brown eyes of yours and he’s going to be lost, if he’s not already.’ Georgie gave her flat mate a big squishy hug. ‘You’re so good for my

I get a whiff of it and my stomach starts to growl. Calling for the kids to come out and eat, George stumbles out of his room. I don't know where he got the alcohol, but he must have had a few drinks, because his equilibrium is off, and he almost knocks one of the pizzas clear off the table. I look at him coldly and yell, "George, watch it. What do you think you are doing?"

she said before leaving. A pained expression crossed Bella's face. Justin had gotten hurt in the first place because they were helping Hannah win an autograph session with Charlie. He fell down when the rabid fans at the scene pushed him, and he ended up breaking several bones after getting trampled. Since many of Charlie's fans were still minors, their parents refused to pay Justin any compensation. Meanwhile, Hannah had only dropped by the hospital once in the last two weeks. She only showed up to grab Charlie's autographed photo before she left without sparing Justin and Bella another glance.

Chapter 31 The silence in the grand hall wasn’t just quiet; it was heavy, like the air right before a building collapses. Every pair of eyes, the social climbers, the desperate bankrupts, and the predatory influencers shifted from the neon stage to us. George’s smug, wolfish grin didn’t just fade. It evaporated. “What did you just say?” George hissed, his voice dropping an octave, his hand tightening on the black remote in his pocket. I didn't flinch. I let my lower lip tremble just enough to look like a concerned, long-suffering wife. I reached out, my fingers hovering near his waist, and then I spoke loud enough to reach the back row of the warehouse.

I sucked in a breath and looked away, not wanting to fall under that spell. Lizzie turned. Her eyes flitted to Roman, then to me, then back to Roman, before stopping on me. When she squinted comically at me as if I was under a microscope, I shifted uncomfortably. Something in her expression shifted, like she could feel it too—that something was different. Her gaze lingered on me for a beat too long before she turned back to the screen. “You're not asleep yet?” Roman asked her. She shook her head, “Nah, just rounding this up. Pennywise thinks he can scare me? Ha, he needs to think again.”

The middle-aged man spun around. Seeing who had tapped his shoulder, his scowl instantly melted into a fawning grin. "Mr. Zimmerman? You... You must be joking. I'd never dare summon you." Without warning, George, who had just appeared, slapped the man hard across the face. "You piece of trash! How dare you talk to Mr. Zeller like that?" Mr. Zeller? The man's mind went crazy as he started to panic. Did George really call this guy "Mr. Zeller"? No way! Felix was Wendy's friend, so his social status had to be so low that he would not even be fit to lick Sean's boots.

He tried to say something but failed to find the words. "Rebecca, don't bother with him," Ellen said lazily from the front seat and handed Rebecca a fake rose. "Do you not realize what kind of person Georgie is? He's a musclehead without a brain. Why waste your time on him?" Ellen added. Georgie looked up and glared at Ellen. Ellen ignored him and waved the fake rose in front of Rebecca. "Rebecca, just calm down, okay?" Rebecca gave Ellen a displeased look, accepted the rose, and twirled it between her fingers. She lowered her head and pondered the intriguing nature of humans.

Renold's gaze snapped to me at last. His eyes widened, and he drove a kick straight into my shoulder. "You again? You bitch. On such an important day, you still dare to cause trouble. You're asking for it." Warren's hand trembled as he slapped Renold across the face, cutting him off mid-rant. "Who gave you the nerve to speak to the general manager like that? Apologize right now!" Renold clutched his swollen cheek and stared at Warren in disbelief. "Dad, what are you talking about? She's just some gold digger. How could she possibly be the general manager of Cerox Corporation? Have you lost your mind?"

In the end, it was still because of Mr. George. Michael instantly understood when he saw Mr. George’s cold, dark eyes. Ivanka could have gotten him either an antidote or a poison! “Now that Ivanka is with Kingzillion Casino’s boss, I don’t think she’s going to come back or care about whether you live or die. You should bring the Ganoderma nebula back to your country and cure your grandmother,” Mr. George said coldly and sarcastically. In the next second, before Michael could make his move, his men had already surrounded and moved toward them.