Sodapop X Steve Mga Nobela at Kwento

The man named Steve let out a cold huff. “I used to date campus belles back when I was in school. If it weren’t for her passable looks, I would've lost my cool then and there. Who’s that bitch trying to impress?” Chris laughed along. He knew that since Steve had a violent streak and had been previously incarcerated, he would have no problems dealing with Penny. If nothing else worked, they would brainstorm more ideas after Steve had slept with her!

I watched as Steve’s face went cold as he looked at Zane. “Don’t tell you disappeared to get stoned?” he growled. Zane’s eyes flickered to mine then he looked at Steve, “Not now Steve,” he frowned at him. “No. I can’t believe you’d ruin all these months of being sober just to go back to it,” Steve was full-on yelling now but luckily the music was louder than his voice. Oh, wait? This was news. Zane did drugs? I could accept him fighting but drugs? That was a big hell no!

"A simple hand shake shouldn't be that difficult, but you seem to be lacking in that social skill. Don't try that with me again." Steve had spent the last couple years pretty much in the exclusive company of men, very tough men. He had learned from them. He had little patience for posers, and Donner was definitely a poser. Real men didn't try to belittle or diminish others to improve their own image.

“At least not in public.” Steve burst out laughing. “You kill me, Reagan. Really.” He pulled a bottle of beer out of the waistband of Trey’s pants. “Thanks. I could use a cold one.” He twisted off the bottle cap and took a long swallow before flicking the bottle cap at Trey. “What’s up, Dare’s lil’ bro?”

He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of soda and a hamburger but then the security officers refused to let me take it from him, saying that he was trying to poison me in order to stop me from making a confession. This particular statement enraged me so much that without thinking, I slipped off my slippers and threw it at the man without caring if the heavy footwear hit him in the head or not. Funny enough, it smacked him right in the face and I almost began laughing when he groaned in pain. “That’s for being such an idiot!” I spat out. The man who I later learnt was named Steve glared at me in pure hate and then began rubbing at his sore spot frantically. I chuckled.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.