Sodapop X Steve Novels & Stories

"Mmmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!" "I thought so!" Steve said. He reached back and gave Dana a loud, unexpected slap on the ass. A muffled yelp followed. "Ha ha!" Another loud slap. Another muffled yelp. "Let's see how...mmmmm...you like this..." Steve reached back under her and pressed on her love button. Hard. That's all Dana needed. It was like flipping a switch.

Zander snapped. “Chill out, Steve is an old friend of mine, he can take a joke. I call him ‘muffler breath’ all the time,” Jade said as she set drinks on a tray and pointed to a table. “If they act up, just spit in their shit and leave it there,” she said, then went back to helping customers at the bar. “If it isn’t the half-breed the big bad keeps around. How’d you get him to take you in again?” a petite woman with glitter-dusted skin who smelled like fresh rain asked as she looked at the hickies on my neck.

He greeted her, as she gave him a hug. At that same time, Alexander was coming our way. While Chris moves to my other side to give room for Alex. "Addie, I was waiting for you. You look, beautiful Princess." He whispered in my ear, his tone was a bit threatening but sexy at the same time. He was making me giddy on the inside, especially when he lowered his voice down as he called me Princess, which made me wet instantly, and from his smirk, he definitely knew. "Oh sorry. Alex, this is Shane the owner of this establishment and one of my college buddies. Shane, this is my boyfriend Alex." They shake hands briefly, and a bit tense. But from Shane's looks, I assumed he was used to this kind of a

Stephen quickly served them some fresh, steaming coffee, his hands shaking slightly before he took his cue and exited the room, shutting the heavy oak doors behind him. Ethan immediately picked up his cup, taking a loud sip before turning to Marissa with a patronizing grin. "Marissa, remember my friend Xavier and Steve back from our university days? I told you about them before." Marissa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She lifted her chin, her eyes darting to mine for a brief, fleeting second before she looked away. "I think I do remember Steve... but not Xavier. No wonder he looked familiar when I first met him on the street."

The silhouette of a well-built man moved and walked towards me. Is that Andreas? I tried to look at him intently and realized that it wasn't Andreas, but a strange man I didn't recognize. "Evening, miss, Vanessa." The man's voice sounded deep in greeting, his face I didn't recognize. But he looked very friendly to me. "Who?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I watched the man quietly. He extended his hand toward me. "I'm Steve, miss." I took his hand in silence. "I am the son of the Simpson family. Son of Abby Simpson, owner of Jfood Corp." He introduced himself in more detail.

hearing that he snorted. “Wait how did you know” she asked confusedly. “Shane called me worriedly since you didn’t get home till 11” he said with an angry look to which she gave a nervous smile. “I.. I.. I thought of leaving early but he insisted of having some drinks and..” “What... You drank alcohol? Did he misbehave with you? Did you lose your virginity?” He asked numerous questions which made her to roll her eyes at him. “No, No. I just had a lil sip and that immediately made me to throw up and Rob is not that guy to misbehave, he is a gentleman” she said dreamily which earned another snort from Steve.

I refused to be that girl—the one who just stood by and let someone else take over. I found myself in the kitchen, hoping to grab a drink to cool down. That’s when I met him. "Rough night?" a deep voice asked. I turned to see a guy leaning against the counter, holding a soda. He had dark wavy hair, warm brown eyes, and an easygoing smile that immediately put me at ease. "Something like that," I muttered, grabbing a water bottle. "I'm Steve," he introduced himself. "And you are?" "Julie."

She asked, "I've told you I..." "Steve" she called out cutting him off his word, "What about your father?" She asked and he hissed rolling his eyes, "He might be dead now, I would be disposing of his body soon" Steve huffed with no remorse, his eyes were blank and distant this time, there was no doubt he hates his father so much right now, Sophia walked over to the table where Steve's phone was and picked it up, she dialled a doctor's number which she had off the head,

" She said. Her voice was still manly and deep. "Zat hurt Jen. Howshit goin' pretty lady?" "Oh, you're drunk Stevie. I would've wanted to talk to you about something, but how can we do it now?" "Immat dat drunk Jen. Wha wouldja want to talk to me bout?" "Well, we need to put some coffee inside you, something black and strong. Bartender, one large coffee please! Black no sugar!" After drinking the coffee and getting himself the full exposure from the beguiling creature that was Jennifer, Steve seemed to have gotten himself out of the drunken funk. She had his full and unwavering attention and anything she said he seemed to take to heart…

I roll my eyes at her but soften it with a grin so she knows I’m only halfway serious. “You ladies want a drink?” Steve asks. His eyes aren’t quite as glassy as Brody’s, but I’m guessing they will be soon. “Sure,” Kelly says, already reaching for a red cup that’s being offered to her. I shake my head. “No thanks, I don’t drink.” Without missing a beat, Steve says, “No worries, we have just regular punch too.” He hollers at Brody and says, “One virgin punch!” I feel like he says it way louder than necessary and the finger-pointing in my direction for the whole fucking house to see is also a bit much.