Brooklyn Steve Reborn の小説・ストーリー

He hoped that his boss Steve Lee, a man with an extraordinary status, would trample Harvey to death. But Steve quickly approached Harvey, all the while trembling in his boots, so much that he almost fell flat. He glared at Brock, wanting no more than to choke the fool to death. ‘What nonsense is this bastard spouting?!’ ‘If I offend this man, I won’t even have a burial place for my body!’ Before Harvey could say anything, Steve hurried forward and slammed his knees on the ground under everyone’s startled stares. Brock was stunned! Stacy was stunned!

Mr Montero said, Alex nodded and took a sit "You called for me" Alex began "Yes, I would want to know the situation at your house" "I don't understand" "Steve regained his memory" Mr Montero stated, Alex shook his head "You must be mistaken sir, Steve is still in the same situation" Alex explained, but Mr Montero began to laugh "Maybe thats what he wants all of you to think but I can assure you that Steve regained his memory" Alex wondered why the old man thought so, was it because they visited his house earlier

It was as if she had vanished into thin air. This morning, as I was preparing a gift for Emma to welcome her back to the office, my phone rang. It had been a hectic few days since the poison incident at her birthday party, and I wanted to make her feel special. My personal assistant and I were busy finalizing the details of Emma’s surprise when the call came in. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Steve, one of the most notorious thugs in New York. A man like Steve didn’t call without reason, but I hesitated to answer. I was in no mood for whatever trouble he might bring.

“She’s alive, and she wants revenge. And I can’t stop her. I can feel it.” Barbra forced herself to appear calm. “Listen,” she said softly, turning to him. “Even if she’s alive, you’re stronger now. You’ve rebuilt your life. You’re not the man you were before. You can handle this.” He looked at her, doubt clouding his eyes. “You really think so?” “I know so,” she whispered. “You’re Adam Brooks. You’ve faced worse.” Her voice, steady and reassuring, worked on him like medicine. Slowly, his breathing eased.

That night, the power would either bring peace to all wolves and supernatural beings or destroy the balance forever. Steve sat on the edge of his bed, hands buried in his hair. He couldn’t risk Gabby falling into the wrong hands. And he couldn’t let her destroy herself either. He stood up quickly and picked up his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found a name saved as Elder Leon. Leon was one of the oldest known guardians of the Wolf Lineage He presses the called button. The line rang twice before a deep, tired voice answered. “Steve Hawkins. I thought you forgot about this old man"

Suppose I remained, let everything inside spill out, yet wound up unseen again in the east wing - faded bit by bit, even though they say they honor me now. Gripping the pen harder made my knuckles lose color. True freedom came through that payout. With every passing month, the Wade office pulled in more clients. Growth didn’t slow down - stocks kept climbing, accounts expanded. That version of life I swore to live after rising again? It stood right there - solid, standing alone, beyond reach. But Ethan… Out of nowhere, he showed up - steady, quiet, different. Not perfect, but close in ways that mattered. Hope returned slow, like light after a long night. This was not luck. It felt earned.

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

"I’m the only one who would tell you this. I’m the only one who cares about you enough to tell the truth." Before I could react, Zayn leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, his voice whispering against my ear. "Come back to me," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "We can fix this. Let’s try again. You don’t need Amory."

Ashton Pierce entered the heavily guarded mansion gates in East New York, Brooklyn, for the first time in his twenty years of life. The huge fort-like property had armed guards who stared at him as if he was a criminal. “Are you Big Steve, I mean Pierce’s boy?” asked a muscular tattooed man with a deep gash across his face. Ashton knew his father, Steven Pierce, was known as Big Steve in the mafia circuit when he used to work for Salvatore Gambino, the most wanted mafia don in the world. After borrowing huge amounts of money from them, his dad gambled it all away. He left Gambino’s work and tried his best to escape Don until he sent his men to abduct him one night. Ashton was thirteen, and h