Step Up 3d Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON’S POV Leon and Rina sat in the lavish living room, glasses of champagne in hand, their laughter echoing off the walls of the grand house. The celebration felt as if it could go on forever, as though every single obstacle they had faced had been swept away by their latest move. The feeling of victory was intoxicating. It tasted sweeter than any drink could, especially now that the battle was over and they were standing at the top, looking down on everything they had fought for.

Still barefoot, I walked quickly up the stairs to the third floor. Just as I reached the top of the third floor stairs, a man was just coming out of Alex's study door. The big man looked directly at me when he realized my step. As I walked closer, I could feel his familiar aura. Maybe he's also an Alpha like Alex because his aura is so dominant, I thought briefly. We stared at each other as we passed and he smiled a little at me, so I returned the same.

It was a skill called Thousand Steps! Thousand Steps was a footwork skill that allowed one to move at incredible speed. It consisted of three stages in total. The first stage was the Familiarization stage. At this stage the user would be able to move slightly faster than others of his level. The greatest benefit of this stage wasn’t the speed boost, for that was almost negligible. After all, a slight increase in speed was good, but not incredible. The greatest benefit of this stage was sharper reflexes. The Familiarization stage built the user’s reflexes to the maximum, allowing him or her to gain sharper reflexes and greater reaction time. That was the true benefit of this stage.

But Stephon remained calm, soothingly reassuring Vicky that this was the final payment. Undeterred, Vicky continued to protest, refusing to back down. Gradually, he broke free from the snare, his resolve hardened. Stephon Moor was no more in his contact.

he mocks my submissive voice " Hey did you know Clay was a sub once ," " I do. Were you his master?" " no, you won't believe who it was. It was a ," " shut it! " Clay yells and grabs my book before lifting me up bridal style and running through the room and down the stairs He's so fit.

I can feel his bulge on my ass. “I want you to complete my fantasy” His grip tightens on my waist. “Leave me…” I whisper and yelled. “Let's go to the third floor,” He said, leaving me, and I stood. “ Are they all going to fuck her?” I asked. Maybe or possibly not,” He said. I was confused but followed him. I don't know what the third floor means to this club. “One of the most earning sections of this club,” He said, entering the third floor. It was also like another club. There was a screen visible on the wall and a sex movie was playing. The people sitting there are all rich and Elite. The waitress gave alcohol and pleasure to guests.

I felt my stomach churn, turning my gaze away when his junk broke free. “Look at me!” Greg said but his words had almost no menace in them when his body started to sway and legs to get tangled in each other. And when he started moving towards me, the puddle of clothes at his legs made him trip. Now he was standing up in front of me and a few minutes later his body was falling at the ground, his arms trying to grasp at my wheelchair but failing, only making me move backwards.

I make to speak but am cut off by the receptionists voice. "Hello? " I turn to face her and she says with yet another gorgeous smile. "Sir, the manager is ready to see you. "She says and I simply nod with a forced smile. Derrick, Esther and I share looks between each other before rising up and moving to the receptionists desk. "On the second floor, last door on your right. "She directs and I nod with a smile as Derrick, Esther and I move towards the elevator. Once in, I hand Esthers phone back to her and divert all my anger to the big toe on my right foot as I press it through my shoe, against the ground. I don't want to say a thing now cause only God knows what I'd say.

“This is three hundred thousand dollars. Keep the change. “The extra? Consider it my way of repaying you for raising me.” Their eyes were glued to the check, wide with greed. All other emotions evaporated. I placed another file on the table. It was a document my lawyer had prepared in advance. “This is the severance-of-relationship agreement. “Sign it, and from now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” Finally, my father reacted. He trembled with rage, jabbing a finger at me. “You… you brat! Are you trying to kill us? We raised you for eighteen years!”

She started walking toward the stairs, but before her foot touched the first step, she stopped. Without even looking back at me, she said, “I’ll give you three days to think about it. Don’t waste my precious time.”