Novel & Cerita Zee X George

"Come on. It's just a ride. I guess he eavesdropped on me when we were at the elevator and he decided to give me a ride." "I think CJ is fond of you," says Zara. "I've never seen him like this with a girl before. Giving you a ride? Buying you shoes?" I growl. "I thought I told you George did that." Zara clears her throat. "Talking of the devil himself." I see George approaching majestically with that proud walk of his. He has that frosty grin on his face that I wish I could wash off with acid. "Ladies!" Zara can't hide her pure disgust for the asshole.

I say so quietly that if it wasn't for werewolf hearing no one would have noticed. “Then it's settled! Wow, look at the time, you two better get going to beat the traffic through the city.” Liza says pushing her chair back. We say our goodbyes and head downstairs. Zac steps out the front and opens the passenger door to a large black Toyota 4Runner. I settle into the comfy leather seat as he climbs on the driver's side. He lays a hand on my thigh and puts the car in drive. Weekend getaway, here we come.

It will all be over. George said when he finished building up the tent they could rest in for the night. The fire burnt softly at one side, while Zezi stared blankly into it. She still couldn't help feeling uneasy and no matter what she did, she couldn't stop remembering his cold hand brushing lightly against hers nor could she forget his eyes. There was something dark, dangerous and compelling about his eyes. "Are you listening?" George said next to her and she jumped in her own skin. Looking back at him, startled.

"If it isn't George the dweeb. Small world, isn't it?" Dr. George's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Oh, hi Ziah. I didn't notice you were there. Long time, no see," he said, keeping his voice cool. I sensed a history between them—a beef or dislike that went beyond a simple acquaintance. I could tell from Ziah's mocking tone and from George, who was containing his rage. George turned his attention back to me and acted like Ziah wasn't in the room. "I see your baby daddy is here with you. He's surpassing my expectations and is being responsible for once."

George's wish of death for me would be fulfilled immediately that way. No. Heavens please help me out of this. My head kept sinking and I tried my best to swim up and not to drown but I was scared that I wouldn't make it. While trying to keep my head up, I noticed that George had gone close to meet Xaden and I could hear them clearly. “Hey! How dare you!” Xaden yelled at him and threw him a punch which sent George flying to the floor. George groaned in pain and then used his fist to clean the blood on the edge of his lower lip.

Miah’s hands curled into fists. Vidhant looked ready to break something. Phoenix’s jaw clenched again—but this time, the rage didn’t spiral out of control. Rafael continued, his tone now colder. “His intentions were far worse than what he accomplished. But Leonardo’s presence interrupted whatever more he had planned.” A heavy silence followed. George suddenly let out a hollow laugh. But there was no humor in it. Only pain. Deep, unbearable pain. “I knew… I knew for a long time that Zack was not a good man,” George said, his voice trembling slightly. “He used to be my best friend…”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

In an instant, Dylan’s face turned deathly pale. His whole body trembled, and he couldn’t get a single word out. “Zoe, what’s wrong?” George stepped out of the office and immediately rushed to her side, taking her hand with concern. Zoe took a deep breath, then shook her head softly. “I’m fine.” George bent down and picked up the books she had dropped. Then he turned to Dylan with a cold stare. “Mr. Xander, if you truly feel guilty, then the best thing you can do is leave. Stop interfering with Zoe’s life.”

Seeing the newly changed purple curtains, she smiled and thought that Zayden had good taste in decoration. **** George was arranged to live in a branch of the Dream High Hotel which was located in the east of the city and far away from the city. When seeing Henry talking on the phone with Zayden, George grabbed the phone and said to Zayden angrily, “Zayden, you cunning old fox! You asked me to leave on purpose just now, right?” Hearing his loud voice, Zayden put the phone far away from his ear and said lightly, “No, I didn’t. Didn’t you see the reporters? Don’t you think you should leave the apartment at once in that situation?”

I didn't wait for Kendra's reply, standing to my feet and speed walking out of there. I had to drive carefully on the road so it took every drop of my concentration. That helped me not think of everything that happened in the past few hours. When I got to the massive gates that cut off Zion's house from the rest of the world, I pressed the buzzer and Phoenix let me in. Zion was already waiting for me at the doorstep so I quickly parked the car, tumbled out, and practically skid across the gravel into his welcoming arms. There was a rush of heat and electricity that jolted through my body when his arms snaked tightly around me.