Aesthetic Steve Harrington Novels & Stories

The long-awaited press conference was about to begin. At the head of the room stood Mr. Harrington, dressed in a sharply tailored suit that looked as if it were made for him alone. His gray hair, always impeccably groomed, glistened under the lights, and his sharp blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of calm authority and underlying amusement. He had the aura of someone who was used to taking control of every situation, yet today, even he seemed to be filled with a quiet excitement.

“What? That’s really shocking. What kind of father-daughter duo these Harrisons are? I haven’t seen such a disgusting girl like Miss Harrison. Only for her father’s revenge on such a trivial matter, she sold her virginity.” Steve was so disgusting to the Harrison family that he can’t control his indignation anymore. “It’s really unbelievable such a person exists in the world. And revenge for what I was only doing my work with sincerity. Now they need to see the ruthless side of Steve Edwards.” Steve said with venom. Steve was about to get up to make few urgent calls to give Harrisons family a shock but stopped by Ethan. “No, Steve, you are mistaken.” Steve who was going to get up from the ch

He had stayed up late for weeks, refining every line, every angle. "He will be here," Ronald said. It was not a reassurance. It was a command. Zane nodded, his shoulder stiff. Less than two minutes later, the door opened. Alistair Harrington walked in. His hair was silver, his suit was dark, his eyes were sharp. He was not a tall man, but his presence filled the room. He had built an empire from nothing, and he had never forgotten it. "Ronald." He extended his hand. Ronald stood and shook it. "Alistair. Thank you for agreeing to meet."

But she took it to the next level and started to pull and twist my skin around. I scrunched up my face but finally accepted defeat. I pulled my hand away and scowled at Helena. She stood there in a purple, floral shirt and some black jeans with a frown on her face. She just looked absolutely stunning. I grabbed a hand but she removed her hand and backed away. I cocked my head to the side feeling a sense of rejection. "Why are our tickets shredded, Aaron?" She had her hands folded and glared at me. I stood up and placed my headphones and phone on the table next to us.

I needed to watch all their hope fade from their eyes once they realized they wouldn't be leaving here on their own or leaving at all. I opened the metal door at the end of the hallway and closed it gently behind me. I spun around, looking at my new punching bag. His face was covered in tattoos, ears pierced, and clothes clearly way too big for his scrawny body. He didn't bother looking at me; instead, he bounced his knee impatiently. "This will be a fun one to break," Flint muttered, letting out a low growl. "Defiantly," "Christopher Stevenson, how's mom and dad?" I mused as I walked over to the chair in front of him. I sat down and rested my elbows on my knees as I looked into his blue eye

"Mr. Harrington!" A man in his 50s stood up. He was only about 1.6 meters tall, with a protruding forehead and a pair of squinty eyes that glinted with mockery. In the solemn atmosphere of the entire room, he stood out like a sore thumb. His hair and eyebrows were already gray, and he exuded a sense of flippancy. He was the backbone of Stardust Limited Caleb had won over—Fergus!

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol. Brennan’s fingers suddenly stopped moving. “It’s done,” he said. “The final update is in place. All that’s left is to send it.” Harrington clapped his hands together once. “Excellent. These next few minutes will change the course of human history.”

Now the project was delayed; the deadline was tight, and on top of that, they’d wasted their big boss Sam Harrington’s, multibillionaire and head of the Harrington Empire, time and money. Everyone, Daniel included, respected and worshiped Sam Harrington, a most hardworking, disciplined, generous, and honorable man. Sam was like the sun to them all, giving light to those in the dark and warmth to those in the cold. He helped many grow under his radiance through his ability to save companies that had gone under, startup inventive businesses before anyone saw the opportunity, and do ludicrous deals everyone was too afraid of.

Macy’s heels clicked nervously across the empty executive floor as she approached Luke’s corner office. It was past 9 PM, and the entire building had gone dark except for the single light glowing from her boss’s suite. Luke Harrington, 41, was the ruthless CEO of Harrington Enterprises. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that could freeze an entire boardroom. He expected perfection from everyone — especially his 22-year-old personal assistant, Macy.

A deep, amused voice sounded beside me, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. I straightened in my seat, my gaze locked on the figure standing in front of the door with a teasing smirk. Dressed neatly in a tailored suit, his black hair fell messily past his shoulders, and his piercing green eyes were framed by tattoos that adorned his hands. It was Xaiver Harrington. I exhaled a breath, trying to keep myself in check, knowing that talking to Xavier would only trigger my anger. Xavier was—what was the word? Annoying but he was also the best in the drug business so I had to resist the urge to beat him up sometimes.