Step Up 2 The Streets Moose Novelas e Histórias

''When you're done with that yoga routine, get me a cup of coffee," he ordered and Olivia nodded, walking out of the door with a heavy sigh. Olivia realized it was not going to be easy working with Chad Steele, he wasn't willing to be any less arrogant or cocky for her sake. Outside, she slammed on the coffee machine angrily and it began to whoosh, she shoved the mug under and in a few seconds, the coffee was ready.

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”

"It doesn't matter now. It's done already, and if I go back in there and say I lied, then I'll just get into more trouble, and so will you, probably." "You're probably right," he said, nodding slowly. "Anyway, I'm Evan. Stewart. You probably know al-ready, since he was shouting it and all, and you're Anita, right? Or so I heard." "Uh, yeah, that's me," I mumbled awkwardly, ignor-ing how my insides trembled when he said my name. "Anyway," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Thanks for doing what you did. It helped me out a lot, I really can't afford to get in trouble, and I'm grateful. So, I guess I'll be seeing you around."

She was holding a wine glass and casually grabbed another cup of juice before stepping toward me, handing it over with a condescending smile. I'd seen enough of the petty rivalries in high society to know what was going on. My eyes darted nervously to the security camera, wondering if she might suddenly trip or make a scene. It was as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. She chuckled lightly, placing the juice in my hand. "We're the Paynes, a powerful family in Joshuaberg, not some distasteful nouveau riche group," she said with a practiced air of superiority. "So don't worry. I won't resort to those low tricks."

They called me in a panic, telling me to come pick them up from the station. Instead of driving, I called a cab and went to meet them. We'd kept in touch with video calls over the years, but no screen could ever compare to seeing them in person. It hit me for the first time that my parents were really getting old. Maybe it was time for me to think about settling down. That thought was still bouncing around in my head when an unexpected—and obnoxiously confident—visitor showed up at the door. Jason Strickland. He was my overseas business partner. He was a young and successful CEO, and on top of that, he had a very wealthy father.

A man in a flashy, sequined suit stood there. He swirled the champagne in his glass, his posture reeking of arrogance. Before I could even speak, the auctioneer brought the gavel down. "Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Brian Vance on winning the 'Siren's Cove Estate'!" I frowned, a flicker of anger rising within me. "The bidding wasn't over." "That's against the rules." Brian sneered. He looked me up and down, his eyes filled with contempt. "The rules?" He curled his lip. "Listen up. I'm Everly Sinclair's favorite stepbrother. In Veridian City, what I say goes."

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

“Jude, get the car ready!” Keiran barked as he stormed down the stairs. Jude, already briefed on the attack, wasted no time following orders. Within minutes, they arrived at the large warehouse in the South Eastern part of the city. The sight that met Keiran made his blood boil. Bodies of his men were sprawled across the concrete floor, some groaning in pain, others lifeless. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp tang of smoke and oil. Crates were overturned, and shattered glass glinted in the dim light.

I whined, remembering how he had first seduced me when he came home with mum. That man knew so well what he was doing and how he was doing it, that's why he didn't stop trying to get to me. He just went on with it. “Lisa” Megan called me out of my thoughts. “You of all people need to know that Erin isn't just anyone. He's your—” “Step-dad, I fucking know that, M. I'm never forgetting it.” Megan nodded. “You'd better don't, unless you want to get into trouble with your mum.”

The heavy set girl shifted from one foot to the other, eager for her referral reward. Robert or “Billy” Moore was the type of snake who lured junkies in by any means necessary; Backed by a supplier with powerful connections, he’d make sure nobody on the streets heard from his biggest competitor in the Auburn-Lewiston area, Kora Herrick, again. With no one being the wiser, of course. That said, the clueless drug addicts suddenly needed a new dealer...which is where he came in.