Zee X George Novels & Stories

“If you can’t be quiet, can you please leave? I’m trying to read here.” Zoe and I jolted in surprise upon hearing George's voice. I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment when I saw him sitting on one of the couches, holding a thick, old book as he watched us impassively. “Ah, yes. I apologise for disturbing you…” I paused when I realised if he'd been there for a while, he must have witnessed my fight with Seraphine. “Hey, George. Mind if I ask something?” I asked. He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

Realizing he couldn’t see her, she said, “Okay.” Delivering Zayn’s message to Igor, he turned the car around and followed the directions Rina gave him. George lived in a high-rise building in the middle of town, so he could easily get to wherever he wanted, due to the nature of his job. Igor pulled out in front of the building in a few minutes, and Rina thanked him before stepping out of the car. He got down as well, walking her to the entrance while scanning the area, looking for any strange person or the faintest semblance of a threat.

He stared at them in a daze as he swallowed his curse. Zeke glared at George darkly and asked, “Are you George Harris?” In a trance, George nodded slowly. “Yes, I am.” Without any warning, Zeke marched forward and slapped him hard across the face! “F*ck you! How dare you reject Miss Wilson’s application, you id*ot!” Clutching his swollen face, George was stupefied. “Who the hell are you? How dare you slap me!”

George explained. “Well, it could have been about anything as I’m sure the circumstance would be different if she recognized you,” Zach pointed out. “True, but just to be safe, make sure anything which could make me look bad, is destroyed in case Christian wants to come after me,” George instructed Zach who nodded. “The three are indeed super close,” George remarked as he got that from the interaction with each other. “Time to drive a wedge between them,” he smirked. “But which medium are you going to use to do that?” Zach inquired.

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,"

If something was to happen to Hailey during the celebration party of the Xavier family, Zane would probably become much distant from Mr Xavier. Hailey's forehead was covered with cold sweat from the pain. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a familiar voice with malicious intent. "Oh, I was wondering who's creating a mess during the celebration party. It turns out to be Miss George, who I haven't met for a long time. Why? Do you think that you've made a contribution? Is that why you're daring enough to play to the gallery here?" Elizabeth was wearing a black evening gown as she sauntered over to Hailey smugly.

Felix introduced and Jomi gave George a small smile as she nodded. “Anjola will be so happy you are back already” Felix said and George laughed. “Then Kola will be ready to chop off my head. Where are you off to?” George asked. “Crunchies” Felix replied and George used his head to tell them to get into the car. “You guys get on, I’ll drop you off” George said as Felix opened the back door for Jomi and she got in before he walked around the car to the front seat before he got in. George rolled the glasses upwards as he started driving.

Hazel turned to George but even he couldn’t accept that. If he truly had control, it couldn't have gone this south. He wouldn't be here right now. “I met a doctor that said he'll help,” George said. “Who? How?” I asked. “Dr. Zeeb. He's been experimenting and he said he could come up with a cure soon. I just need two weeks, General. I'll be fine then. Give me until then.” “It doesn't change that you'll be punished.” “I will accept any punishment so long as I get healed and I can return to your side as the one you know,” he assured me.

George Smith, Zac’s best office buddy and real life bestfriend cannot leave him alone at peace for three days. Sure, he promised not to haggle on him while he is in Bulgaria but right after Helena left, George face timed him. Zac half expected it. Three days was long enough for George and he misses the dude. It was still early in Brooklyn and his best buddy was notorious for making unnecessary phone calls while on the pantry.

Amongst the twenty-odd people who were standing in front of him, which one of them wasn’t an influential figure of Mayberry City? Even Wesley Harrison from the Bureau of Commerce was here. Also, Charles Zeller, the most influential and powerful figure in George’s eyes, was here, standing amongst the crowd, laughing with a glass of wine in his hand. Could they have all gathered here for me? George was in a hazy, dreamlike state. “Sit down, please have a seat!” George and his wife exclaimed in excitement. “You’re too polite. We are just here to make a toast, and we’ll be leaving after that!”