Aesthetic Steve Harrington Novels & Stories

He asked while taking a bite of his food. “It was pretty good, the working environment is elegant, my colleagues are nice people, but my boss is emotionless. Well, that was just my first impression of him” I explained. I don’t know Mr. Harrington better so I can only judge him based on what I have observed today. Trevor laughed at my statement. Well, I just said that his cousin is emotionless. “Well, yeah, his aura is kind of like that, he’s cold hearted but, he got some hidden emotions in him”

Who was he likely to choose between Aretha or Rachel? The quiet clatter of silverware paused as Alvin Danvers placed his glass down on the table, with a deliberate thud. The sound echoed softly, drawing all eyes to him. “Mr. Harrington,” he began, his voice friendly and with a slight polite smile, “Let’s be honest. Everyone here knows the situation. The Harrington name is on the edge of collapse. I’m curious…. what’s your plan to fix it?”

Is there a specific style you'd want us to incorporate? ‘I want her to look ethereal, like the goddess she is.' I was reading all of his texts in his voice, so my stomach was doing a backflip. I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he was saying those words because he thought I was a stranger. Of course, Stephen Harrington had to keep a profile in public, too. Even with a woman whom he might never meet, he was being the perfect man. ‘What kinds of dresses do you think she looks good in?’ I sent it back, curious as to what he thought again.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT December 20th Hestia's point of view "3... 2... 1... and the 48 hours is up," the formidable man in front of me said as the devious smirk he'd worn for hours refused to move, "But Achilles is nowhere to be seen. How heart-wrenching it is to see such a young and pretty life wasted," he added with a pout. "Do you find this entertaining?" I asked as a tear ran down my cheek.

I remembered my old bedroom and just down the hall to the left was his room. The very same room where we lay together in each other's arms watching Stranger things. I found myself smiling recalling how he would ask what was so special with 'Steve Harrington'. Steve Harrington was everything to the female population. He was hot, funny and whoo don't get me started on his hair. I stood just outside my old room turning the knob and opening the door. Not only was the room clean but it was the same. As if I never left in the first place, I walked in closing the door behind me.

“Elliot Harrington. A private investor with an eye for potential—and a knack for spotting it in others.” I hesitated, glancing around the room to see if Alexander was nearby. He wasn’t. I shook his hand, keeping my expression neutral. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington. What can I do for you?” “It’s not what you can do for me,” he said with a charming smile. “It’s what I can do for you. I’ve been following Steele Industries closely—your recent initiatives, your leadership, your vision. It’s all very… compelling.”

“Put on a red lipstick if you want to be in control” I had seen that line in a movie and today I had made it my reality. One last look at myself in the mirror and I whispered: “shits about to get real.” I used my fingers to look through my target list and my hand stopped. Harrington— Johnny Harrington. He was tall, broad shouldered and impeccably dressed. He carried himself with the kind of effortless arrogance that came from being born into wealth knowing he would never lose it. His sharp blue eyes were always cold and calculating, sweeping over people like they were mere numbers on a balance sheet— assets to be used, liabilities to be discarded. His aura was intimidating— But not to me, I

I asked him politely. "I have an appointment, I need to get myself fitted into the suit that Antoinette Michel set aside for me." I recalled my boss saying that some VIP was coming in to get measured. Liné one of the other sales assistants walked up and introduced herself. "It's so nice to meet you Grayson Holmes I am a huge fan of the team and hope you all make it to Super Bowl", she said beaming. He smiled politely and followed her to get measured.

I didn't sit. I stayed standing, forcing him to either look up at me or stand himself. "I won't take much of your time," I said. His lips curved into a thin, shark-like smile. "Time is the one thing I have plenty of." First mistake. He began to circle me like a patient predator, hands clasped behind his back. "I must admit," Harrington continued casually, "your return to the city has caused quite a ripple. The Kings were so predictable when they were grieving. But now..." His gaze sharpened. "Now they seem... ambitious."

"No problem, it will be done by tomorrow." Dustin nodded as he promised to do that. He did not mention any potential problem. What was the point of keeping him if he needed to complain to Henry about such an insignificant matter? He would have his way of dealing with people who refused to cooperate and let go. Dustin suddenly had an idea. He whispered, "Master, to complete that task, it will be much easier if someone is there to help." "Who?" Henry asked. "Mr. Hilton from the Sync Sensation Group. Two of the most severely affected victims are artists from their group. They're fairly reputable and anxious to be healed and restore their faces to normal."