Sodapop X Steve Novels & Stories

“What the hell happened to you?” Steve blinked at me, his gaze unfocused, like he was struggling to make sense of what had happened. He looked almost dazed. “I don’t know, man… I bought food from the café, and then… I just felt weird. Like, all of a sudden, I was… horny. I don’t know why.” I took a slow breath, trying to process it all. My suspicion about Sarah was only growing. “And you’re telling me you didn’t feel this way before? This just started after the food?”

"We are going to the grocery store. Joanna wants cornflakes and we ran out of them." "Okay." she took Joanna's other free hand in hers. "Let me accompany you." Without further ado, we walked side by side to the grocery store. Then Lauretta broke the silence. "You have a new boss, Jennie." Furrowing my brows in confusion, I stated. "I don't understand." "Mr. Stanley has cancer and he was flown out of the country to India this morning. The president called me to inform you to clear out his table and prepare for his younger brother, your new boss."

Sophia’s humor and unwavering loyalty were exactly what Kira needed. “You’re a badass,” Sophia said, stealing a fry from Kira’s plate. “Most people would have crawled into a hole after that video. You stood on a stage and claimed your relationship. You’re still fighting for your career. I’m so proud of you, Kira. And I’m here for whatever comes next.” Kira hugged her tightly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Marcus arrived with Damien for an urgent briefing.

Stephan softly replied. I muttered a 'good morning' as well, whilst taking my seat next to him which he simply ignored. "Pancakes?"Emily questioned, as she placed a glass of protein shake infront of Stephan. He yawned and nodded. "Not the maple syrup though. Just a dash of butter." "And you my dear?" "With maple syrup and strawberries." She gave us a thumbs up before walking to the attached kitchen. "Are you looking for diabetes?" My brows scrunched up. "Huh?"

Legal documents filled with words I don't fully understand. Then I find it. A photo clipped to the last page. The coffee cup in my hand slips and shatters on the floor. Ceramic explodes across the tiles and hot liquid splashes my ankles but I can't move, because I know that face. I have spent fifteen years trying to forget that face. Richard Moore is Richie Kent from high school. He is older now, tougher. The softness of youth has been carved away and replaced with sharp edges and cold eyes. But I would know him anywhere. Even in the dark.

He shoves her away making her stumble forward before vanishing into the crowd. I'm holding some beer bottle. Steve says it can't get anyone drunk it's like a soft drink. But I decline the other drinks he tries to suggest. " Guys, this is Twain my, my...."he clears his throat, "my friend and..." I feel my insides begin to boil. He goes around to introduce me to everyone and they all seem to be friendly trying to engage me into a conversation. "Why would you make Bella sit on my lap?" Jake the guy next to me asks.

It was similar to Torta Savoia with its rich chocolate hazelnut cream that I had from the human realm and had instantly become my favorite. “Good?” Blaze rasped. When I nodded, he wiped something off my upper lip with his thumb before putting it in his mouth. His eyes heated as he sucked it. Every little thing he did, every gesture, was like a scene from a movie, earning little moans and giggles from the blushing female waitresses and customers who were no longer looking at their dates. “I like it too. Better than anything I have ever tasted.” Why did it sound like he was no longer talking about the cake?

Alice scoffed. "That Porsche 911 was most definitely bought with our hard-earned money! Just think about it! We are the ones working ourselves to death every single day with overtime and such, but all she needs to do is pop by, check in on us, and leave. Who gave her the right to even do so?" "She's right. 1100 dollars is nothing compared to hiring a personal chef for us," Lucy said, beginning to take Alice's side. "I once posted a photo of the donut online, but some people said that they'd bought the same type in bulk from Costgo. If Ms. Knox really hired a Kitchelin chef to make our afternoon tea, imagine how proud I'd be to post about it online!"

CALI I sat inspecting every move they made, my gaze drifting from one familiar face to another. Laughter echoed across the hall, glasses clinked, and conversations overlapped in a way that made my head throb slightly. Soon, Steve stood up and leaned toward me, lowering his voice as if we were sharing a secret. "I've got an online meeting," he said apologetically. "Don't drink alcohol, okay? I'll be back soon." I nodded, forcing a smile as he left. I really felt sorry for him.

A video of a woman dancing. Steven took a sip of his soda and said casually, “So you like Leafie?”