Remington Steele Fanfic Novels & Stories

"You said she has nothing to do with us because she's not Anna, but why are you here and meddling with my business? I know you're not like this Steele. You don't care about people's lives. Why care now?" "I know you're just doing this because you are thinking that she is Anna." "If she's not Anna, then so what? I just want to have fun." "I said get out, Amber." I tried to open the door but it remained locked. "I don't care if she's not Anna. She's mine." Steele looked so calm yet his eyes showed how impatient he was. I felt like he wanted to strangle Stan at the very moment. But as much as I want to hear more of their bickers, I want to leave the car. Steele looks dangerous but Stan looks mo

he blows out smoke Eyes beaming with excitement, he ask “You’ve fought one before? I’m so jealous. What was she like? Is she incredibly strong?” he spoke in rapid fire He holds his cigarette in between his index finger and middle finger “I almost died, bitch!” he laughs “So she was the one that gave you the scar on your chest?” “Yea and the one on my face. So much for my beauty. You’ve heard about Seth Remmick, right?” “Of course. They would tell us spooky stories about him back at camp”

Mr Steele was seated comfortably, his fingers dancing across the keyboard of his laptop, the camera positioned in front of him. "I'm...I'm..." I growled, the word stuck in my throat as I tried to apologize. To tell him that it was a mistake, but the words refused to come. Because even as much as I was embarrassed, I couldn't help but stare at how he rolled up his sleeves, revealing those arms that held me up a few hours ago. "Is that your fantasy, Miss Alma," Mr Steele said, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "For your husband to watch while I fuck you?"

" Gosh, I know. I am sorry. I swear I'll never do any bet with Ryan again." I rolled my eyes. Mira was bluffing. There was no way she'd miss an opportunity to one up her brother, Ryan or anyone. Mira loves betting and she loves winning even more. " Boy am I glad that bottle never landed on me." Katrina sighed, straightening up and looking back. I cringed and wiped my cheek where Stefan kissed. " Don't remind me." Mira raised a brow. " I didn't think you'd go on with it." " Well I couldn't make the poor guy lose his hair. You know Stefan adores his hair."