Richard X George Novels & Stories

Nothing could beat this feeling… maybe watching life fade from Richard’s eyes would trigger a better feeling— “You are King Xalen,” Richard stated with wide eyes as he inhaled deeply with his broken nose. “H-how did you—Who did my daughter get married to in the royal pack?” I didn’t have to answer him, but I did anyway, because I wanted him to dread regaining consciousness after I knocked him out. “You will find out soon, Richard. For now, why don’t you get high on one of these?”

The George family was a first-class aristocratic family, after all. Fiona stepped forward and glared at Fane. “It’s just a pill, Fane. Why did you ask for money? Master George treated us well! He gave us two Rolls-Royces, too. What else do you want?” “She’s right! Fane, aren’t you being too greedy and ignorant? Can’t you just give it to Master George since he only needs one?” Xena snarled as she followed after Fiona.

After a moment, the guard lowered the radio and gave him a stiff nod. "Come with me." Richard followed, his steps even, but his senses were on high alert. He took in the interior as they walked: high ceilings, marble floors, grand staircases, and the lingering scent of expensive cigars. This was a kingdom of power, and its king was waiting for him. Lord Xander. The very name sent a ripple through his bones. He remembered Xander as a boy-brash, reckless, but dangerously intelligent. The son of their former master and now the ruler of the most feared secret circle in the world.

Prince Xander smiled. "Just tell me Mr George," replied the Prince. "I'm sorry, Prince. May I stay here? I will build a hut and will farm," said George. Prince Xander was a little surprised at George's words. "Mr. George, are you sure?" Prince Xander asked. George nodded. "I'm sure, Prince. I'm not young anymore. It's time for me to rest. My legs are not strong anymore to travel far. Please, allow me to stay here," said George. Prince Xander thought for a moment. "Alright. I grant your request. Dante before we go, we must help Mr. George to build a hut. Make sure Mr. George is safe here." Prince Xander said while patting Dante's shoulder. "Prince, thank you very much for all your kindness,"

Just then, I heard a familiar voice from behind us. "Did I miss anything?" the voice asked, and we all turned to see who it was. "George!" Mr. Richard exclaimed, pulling his grand son into a warm embrace. I felt like I couldn't breathe as the realization of who George was hit me like a ton of bricks. He was my boyfriend, and we had been dating for over a year. We had met on social media and his name was George Parker. I had no idea he was related to the wealthy Leonard family.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Richard shook his hand, firm and slow. “Is it?” Xander smiled at the challenge. “I’d like it to be.” Richard gestured toward the porch table, where two glasses of iced tea already waited. “Sit,” he said simply. Xander complied without hesitation. The first few minutes were quiet, filled only with the sound of birds and the wind in the trees. “You came all the way out here,” Richard said finally. “Why?” “Because your daughter matters to me,” Xander said smoothly. “And because I know you have doubts. I don’t blame you for that. But I believe when something’s real, you don’t run from scrutiny you face it.”

So, it was no longer a secret. “If only I could meet someone like you at that time,” he said after a glance at Alice. He then took a sip of wine on the table before coughing and exclaiming, “Urgh! This is awful!” Alice handed him a glass of water and said, “Come on, drink some water.” Looking at Richard, Alice somehow thought of the scene in which she met George for the first time. George was only 12 years old when Alice met him in the underground boxing ring, and he was skinny because of malnutrition. Alice was only two years older than him, but she appeared much taller.

"I should have had it months ago. I didn't. I'm having it now." George stood at his window. He thought about Kristine in Austin, not answering his calls, staring at a ceiling. He thought about Richard on the other end of this line, moving quietly in the background, paying debts he felt he owed. "She doesn't know you're doing this," George said. "No," Richard said. "She will. When she's ready to come back." A pause. "How are you?" George looked at the empty apartment. "Working," he said. "Good," Richard said. "Keep working. Don't leave Seattle."

Apart from that, she looked at the old man and Tim and greeted them, “Good afternoon, Old man. Good afternoon, Sir.” “Good day, Madam,” they responded one after the other. “Let me take her to the civic center. I will be back at once,” Richard explained. They expressed displeasure at that and George asked him at once, “Why? What is she going to do there?” Richard looked at his wife's fallen face before he looked at George and answered, “She is keeping herself busy by assisting the event planner.” “Oh! Has he arrived?” George asked him again. “Yes, President. I will be back.”

He sat down beside me and then started to eat. Richard was an easygoing guy. His father was one of the hospital's directors, and he was a surgeon. He is always smiling and cheering people up, just like the guy next door. Unlike the possessive and brooding Reagan, He had offered to get me a drink, and I said yes because it would be rude to say no. Even though I think he has been making advances towards me. Even Kelly noticed it, so I was not imagining things.