Hosuh X Stephen Novels & Stories

he stated with a laugh of contentment. “I’m Sharon, MRS Serena” Sharon introduced herself in a sarcastic but sassy tone which only I understood, and most definitely Serena who will soon be made uncomfortable by Sharon cause I know what she is capable of doing. “Introduce yourself to your stepmom don” my dad urged me. Heaven knows I’m not ranting or doing anything crazy cause the new bride was never an option to be married to my father. Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

It would serve no one to befriend someone who clearly did not have his favor. As the crowd milled around, clearly uncomfortable, a tall gentleman in a simple black suit sidled up to the DaLair patriarch. His dark hair and eyes as well as his impressive six-foot-five height made him instantly recognizable: Stephen Hugo, Augustus’s personal aide, as well as secretary, valet, chauffeur and, some said, bodyguard. Though the last title was told as a joke, the truth of the matter was that Stephen was also a veteran and highly trained or else he wouldn’t have caught Augustus’s eye. It was not a stretch to say no man was closer to the patriarch than Stephen, save his sons. Bending close to his em

POV : Sloane I stood at the entrance of the grand hall, greeting guests as they stepped inside. They approached me with polite smiles, offering formal handshakes before moving further into the celebration. I focused on maintaining calm control, determined to ensure the evening unfolded without a single flaw. Adrian appeared suddenly among the elegantly dressed crowd. He walked toward me with a desperate kind of certainty, his eyes fixed on mine. When he stopped in front of me, his voice trembled slightly as he said, “Please, let’s talk.”

Stephen walked behind me his presence a promise. "Sarah says the board is quiet " I said, my voice above a whisper. "I wonder if they are just waiting. Waiting for me to fail or for the Phoenix Doctrine to prove too expensive." "Let them wait " Stephen said. "A person who waits for a storm on a day will eventually go crazy. You have given them a choice, Hannah.

I beg you to please help him! "Wait," Stephen suddenly said. He walked calmly toward Hazel. As Stephen came closer, Hazel could clearly see the murderous intent in his eyes. It was like an invisible hand mercilessly strangling her throat. Hazel shivered in fear. She froze on the spot. Stephen stopped right in front of her. He said icily, "If there really is any retribution, I will be sure to drag Noah down with me to hell. But what a pity; Noah may get there before me."

A touch of anger came into Stephon's voice, but his hand remained loose. "You know it's Matt Mathews and Stephon Cross, right? The keyboard never gets billing over the guitar." The fingers completely released his neck, causing his own grip to slip away. A swat on the back of his head lightened the tone of the conversation even more. "No one looks at your ugly mug. After Krispin, it's me all the way." Stephon walked around the couch, slipped off his shoes, and heavily plopped down on the couch, turning his body so his feet landed in Matt's lap.

I’ll answer some of her questions tonight then we can start again tomorrow. I smiled, taking the notepad back to read her questions. It was primarily ordinary things to start with. The same kind of ice breaker questions most would ask. So a good place to start. “Well, you know my name is Stephen. My full name is Stephen Rhett Walterson. I was born and raised in Oregon. I’m from the Bloodmoon pack. My parents are Maxton and Edith. I have a ten-year-old sister named Suzanne, but we just call her Suzie.” I started answering her questions.