Novel & Cerita Eddie X Steve

Whispers paused. His entrance, quiet as it was, still drew attention. Not just because he’d been gone for a while, but because of who he had left with. And who he came back without. “Drake!” a voice rang out a little too cheerfully. Steve. Leaning against the edge of a desk, arms folded, grin wide,like they were old pals catching up after lunch. “There you are, man,” Steve said smoothly, walking up beside him like they were tight. “Was starting to think you got lost or something.” He gave him a light jab in the ribs, playful on the outside, but territorial underneath.

"Steve came back, Five years later and then I had to leave your father for my heart. The end." "Did he, Steve ask of his child? Me? Who we both know wasn't his child?" Edna massaged her jaw and replied. "I told him you died and he didn't argue much with me on that." She shrugged with a smile. Stacy squinted her eyes, still shocked at the type of person she was realising her mom to be. "Where's Steve now?" Stacy asked. "He's dead. O God bless his soul." She chuckled crazily and looked outside to see the men fighting. Shocked. She picked up a lampstand and knocked Stacy out. She hurriedly folded the documents and dipped them into her pants pocket; dragging Stacy away, onto the rooftop.

My jaw dropped when I saw my mom and stepdad sitting in chairs across from another man and woman. I studied the strangers carefully, then noticed the features they shared with Steve. No doubt, they had to be his parents. Steve’s parents were actually here? Meanwhile, Maxton and Steve stood against opposite walls, arms crossed, avoiding each other’s eyes like their lives depended on it. Steve’s face had bruises. One black eye, swollen lips and a bleeding nose he held a tissue to stop the blood. Maxton, on the other hand, had a bruise on his cheek; it was obvious he had been punched there, but otherwise he looked fine. What the hell was going on with them?

They stood as we approached—well, everyone except Steve, who only rose after his father shot him a look. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz,” Steve’s father greeted warmly, shaking my parents’ hands. “So do I, Mr. Harrisson. And to your wife as well,” Daddy replied. “Oh, by the way, this is my eldest, Lincoln Asher.” Lincoln shook Daddy’s hand politely. Steve, meanwhile, looked utterly uninterested. In seconds, the elders had ordered lunch, and conversation flowed—mostly about business—while Steve and I ate quietly.

"Calm down, Liam. One thing I know for sure is that my dad doesn't bite. And I'm pretty sure his girlfriend doesn't too." "She's in already?" "Mhm," Steve nodded. "C'mon, let's go." They stepped into the interior part of the house, Liam swallowing. They walked towards the dining, Liam meeting a man and woman as he got there. "Dad," Steve said walking to an empty seat. "This is Liam." "Oh, Liam," Dr Oliver Reeds got up. "It's no nice to finally meet you. Steve has said a lot about you. Come on don't be shy, sit."