Neal Stephenson Novels & Stories

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

how long was he standing there, is he just going to stang there and not help me? He just stood there no emotion radiating from his face so I just let them do what they wanted once they were finished they left but I kept my eyes on Zach how he would just let them do this to me this was the moment I realized that my Zach was gone I had no idea who this Zach was but he was not the same Zach who used to adore me and took care of me and not the Zach who would always defend me from the bullies today is the day I realized that, that Zach is dead. When I got up I realized that Lia was here the whole time while they were beating me but she didn't do anything. She and Britteny are on the same team.

Just the thought that he would soon wake up made a smile touch his lips, even though the document he was reading showed proof of the bastards in his office embezzling from him. The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts, and the last person he expected slid through the open door. Stephen—his stepfather, although given his role in the bedroom, it was more fitting to call him his stepmother. Niklaus’s eyes scanned the designer loafers that invaded his space with ease. Without looking up at the man who wore his orchid pheromones like perfume, he spoke. “It’s almost as if you have nine lives.” “You can't blame me for being concerned when my only stepson misses the third family dinner in a

Nevaeh smiled radiantly at the elegant, handsome man before her. Her eyes shimmered with captivating charm. "Hello." Nick smiled warmly, giving her hand a brief shake before releasing it. After the polite exchange, Nick didn't speak further or ask for her name, prompting Nevaeh to introduce herself. "I'm Nevaeh Sorensen, CEO of Franco Tech." "I see." Nevaeh had done her homework before tonight. She knew Nick was an AI prodigy with a single-minded devotion to technology. Former university acquaintances summed him up in a handful of words: brilliant, reserved, attractive, kind, as well as distant.

Sean hesitated for a moment but still could not fight off the curiosity as he followed Joshua up the stairs. In the study, Neil was sitting in the corner as he read his book quietly, whereas Nigel was looking at different laptops and concentrating on writing his code. Both of them had the same appearance, but their aura was different. Neil was gentle and warm, akin to a ray of sunshine. On the contrary, Nigel was calm, indifferent, and mature.

Neil laughed as he passed Jared who was perched by the doorway, "I'm getting a beer." Neil left the room. I lay on the bed trying to catch my breath, feeling very satisfied. Stephan arose from his chair and approached Jared, he whispered in his ear and Jared left. Stephen walked over to me on the bed and leaned down to me, stroking my hair. "I think slut needs a shower," he said, "I want you fresh for me."

All the praise would go to Stephen, his younger brother who always clung to him and annoyed him. Therefore to him, the existence of Neil Wilson was the same as sunlight that successfully melted all his malevolence to his family. He made him look from the other side. The man was not surprised at all at the moment he saw his true figure in werewolf form to save the man from the werewolves attack from another group that was about to target the Laurent territory on their second date. In no time, the man had won his mother's heart and Stephen when they were still friends. His mother even greeted Neil with open arms when knowing Neil who has no family, gave the green light for their relationship.

My hand moved slowly at first, then steady, as I stroked myself. I bit my bottom lip and moaned softly, letting my eyes flutter close, the sound filling the room. I heard a creak. I opened my eyes immediately, but instead of shock and shame, a strange fire burned in my chest. Salvatore stood there, his frame tall blocking the dim light, his jaw ticking tightly. His eyes dropped and followed the line of my body, and I saw him tense as he fought to stay put. “Hi, Stepfather,” I said, smiling wide, my hand still moving boldly under his gaze. He stepped in and locked the door behind him…

Third person POV "What's with all the favorites and stuff?" Mason suddenly asked, he has been quiet all this while, just listening to his son and wife talk, his face was neutral, and no one could gawk at what he was thinking, Nora immediately smiled "Nothing much, I'm just trying to get closer to my stepson and familiarize with him, knowing his favorites are part of it babe" Nora replied, she felt guilty for having such dirty thoughts and mind, but even though she felt guilty she was still damn aroused.

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill