Izzie Stevens Novels & Stories

“I see the mood’s festive.” “Why are you here?” Maximilian asked, finally turning away from the window. Steven smiled thinly. “This was my house once, or have you forgotten that too?” I straightened slightly. Steven had always been… complicated. Loyal to the company, yes. Loyal to our father, less so, especially after everything that had happened with Vivian. He set his coat down carefully before continuing, voice calm but edged with steel. “I heard Celeste Sinclair was appointed to the IJA board.”

Startled, the woman with violet eyes turned her head to the voice who just screamed the name, ‘Heidi’ From what she knows, Heidi Stewart was also one of the love interests of Azrael. Having a sexy accent and light green eyes, one could tell in a glance that she is a foreigner. She was also known globally, being one of the most beautiful international models, and a businesswoman.

Just enough hesitation to log interest. I memorized the vehicle anyway: old habit. I tapped my comm once. “West side clear?” Brian’s voice came back steady. “Clear. For now.” For now was the problem. I glanced toward the compound and caught sight of Stevie slipping out onto the steps, hoodie pulled tight around her like armor she hoped no one would question. She paused when she saw me watching, lifted her chin, and leaned against the railing like she belonged there. She was good at that. Too fucking good. It made me wonder what her background really was.

Hannah gently closed her eyes. After half an hour, the door was pushed open once more. Stevenson entered the room. He was dressed in a suit and carried prayer beads. The man smiled gently. "Hello, Mrs. Winchester." He didn't look like a ruthless boss of this nightclub. Instead, Stevenson seemed like a religious middle-aged man. When he smiled, he looked very kind. Yet, his gaze sometimes looked devilish, showing that he wasn't as nice as he seemed.

Jake mumbled as Danika dragged me inside with her. “No wonder, you guys are close. He is a lot like you. He understands you. Now spill everything because I know that man is not gay and I can say that just by the number of times he looked at your cleavage.” She says as soon as we are out of earshot. I look at her for a second but she was very serious. She looked like she was capable of killing me if I lied to her. I breathe out knowing I have to tell her the story leaving out the spy-CIA-Jason Statham thing.

She said “Alright.” “And Mr. King?” “Yes, Ma’am?” “I knew what my daughter did for a living, Mr. King. Don't be hard on yourself.” Steven couldn't speak past the lump in his throat till Mrs Steele hung up. He hadn't been friends with Cadence but had actually liked her. It hurt him that he hadn't gotten the opportunity to know her better before she died. He was determined to make sure Mrs. Steele was comfortable for the rest of her life, he only hoped she was willing to take his help. He laid back down and covered the pillow over his head.

They look so strikingly beautiful just standing over there. “Oh, Amy.” Harris points to the two, ‘These are Stacey and Steven.” I look at the two. “So you are not going to introduce her to us, huh?” Stacey asks Harris. She has shiny salon-fixed waist-length wavy blonde hair, around 5’7 in height, and is wearing a tight bright pink sparkly spaghetti-strapped midthigh length dress and knee-high black gladiator 4 inched stiletto-heeled boots. Stacey is wearing heavy makeup that definitely accentuates her features but it is also evident that underneath it all lies a very pretty young woman.

CHAPTER 16 ~STEVENS POV~ “I'm really proud of you, Steven. You've come really far on this agenda of yours. Farther than any Mortimer has ever come,” Evelyn said with a bright smile. She stood before me on the balcony of the mansion, wearing a golden dress and holding a glass of red wine.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.