Stephen Bisciotti Novels & Stories

Poor bastard, I wish I could help him. "Nicky!" Tony calling me drags my attention back to him. For a moment, I had forgotten about his current situation, and now I feel like a major dick. I head his way pulling Bonnie behind me and come to a stop in front of the cell that his mate is still in. "I know we need to ask her questions... but can we do it with her out of this cell? I can't bear the sight any longer." He sounds like he's in physical pain and I hate it. I look inside the cell to find Rosie standing just a few feet away, but she's looking at the floor and I don't miss the slight shake of her body. Is she scared or hurt?

I figured it would be easier for a lot of people to see the evidence for themselves, and what better way than this? Soon, there were a series of chimes from people's phones. I also sent it to Clinton. But I didn't want to watch his expression for now because my attention was elsewhere. One of the pieces of evidence I sent them included a voice note. It was the most crucial to this moment, and I was glad they chose to listen to it first. Standing close to me, I could hear perfectly well what was being said. “I can't believe you had him killed and pinned it on that brat!” Beta Alvin's voice was clearly audible.

she shrugs and turns back to Nixon who takes the tree steps he'd taken up the stairs until he was back on the ground level then walked around her to my side. "Viviana Harper is really my mate" his tone is low sending chills in some uncertain way down my spine. Nixon takes me completely by surprise when he takes my hand in his, sending a wave of sparks and heat up my hand tell its spread through my whole body. I tighten my hold on his hand and give it to small squeezes and if to tell him I've got him and I don't even know what it is I'm trying to give him strength for.

The tears fell freely. "I.... I-" "I know it's because we're gay" he continued and for some reason, Clarke looked around like he was scared someone would be eavesdropping. "I don't mean any harm" the officer pleaded and Clarke was thrilled to see Derek's guilt tripping work. "Officer, I'm a CEO I solemnly swear I'll get it renewed today" Clarke assured and the policeman nodded in agreement. The quietly walked into the car and laughed on cue the moment they were out of sight.

“How did you know it’s a sham?” She reached for the laptop, slender fingers moved on the mouse pad, browsing through the files until she pulled up the data on Adrik Dmitri, a.k.a Colibri, a Russian assassin who’s been working for Summit Petroleum with Viviana’s Dad. They were friends from the details we gathered. A betrayal by someone close to you was a painful punishment I don’t want to experience, honestly.

Ali must be holding back his anger, I really don't care "What are you waiting for sir?" "I will reply to all of this Lia see you later" I really didn't think that he could talk like that, after returning from the cafe I went to the central restaurant, there were no strange incidents at all, after that I went to the police station to report Mr. Ali on charges of embezzlement, I just reported that because I'm askednot to prolong the issue of sexual harassment because they feel ashamed that Mr. Ali really doesn't know how lucky he is even though he already has a child and a beautiful wife.

“What do you mean, gone?” Ozouf asked, his eyes flashing angrily. “What I said: she is gone. I have no idea where she is, or how she escaped,” Vivian said casually, shrugging. It was the wrong thing to do. Immediately, Ozouf's cheeks flushed, and his facial muscles became rigid as he stomped towards her. Grabbing her by her collar, he jerked her close to his face, gritting his teeth as he said, “I told you to keep an eye on them,” his voice slowly grew louder, “I mentioned to you that she would be tricky!” Now he was close to screaming, “I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU LET HER GO—” His sentence was cut off by the sound of knocking. Throwing Viv to the ground, he straightened his clothes, and began wa

Hello, This Is Mayor Bennard Garcia speaking!! Mayor Bennard Garcia Introduced himself in a hoarse tone. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Mayor!! I'm Doctor Stephen, The Chief Medical Director of Stephen Global Hospital." The caller from the other side of the phone Introduce himself warmly. "Thank goodness!! I picked your mobile number from one of your ambulances I saw on the TV……………..Please I'm losing my mind now and I need your help In retaining It." Mayor Bennard Garcia said to Doctor Stephen in fear

The room was soundproofed for human hearing, but not for a werewolf’s ears—most certainly not for an Alpha’s. “We know that you hired Jason Booth to kill Crystal Blanchard and any potential witnesses,” Chief Callaghan said without a hint of doubt to his tone. Silence rang on Bianchi’s end. “Do you deny these claims?” Chief Callaghan asked. Again, silence. “We know that you had a co-conspirator as well: Lisa Dubois’s fiancé, Bob,” Chief Callaghan continued. “Do you deny THAT claim?” The silence was deafening. “Will you answer any of our questions, Mr. Bianchi?” Chief Callaghan asked, his tone now tinted with a hint of frustration.

He wanted to tear the GPS monitor off my leg with his teeth, kick down the dorm door, and beat Roman to a pulp, but he was trapped behind a legal wall that would destroy both of our lives if he crossed it. I'm calling Dex, Jaxson finally texted. He's a guy I know from the underground betting rings. He's a hacker. I'm going to have him scrub the camera feed and trace Roman's phone. Just stay calm, baby. Act normal. I'm right here. Act normal. Right. Because pretending I wasn't being watched by a syndicate cleaner while my boyfriend was locked in house arrest was the easiest thing in the world. I closed my eyes, took a deep, shaky breath, and forced my shoulders to drop.