Stephen Bisciotti Novels & Stories

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.

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

All ninety-nine dads were there, not a single one missing. The living room was so crowded that there was barely any space left. James guided me to sit on the only sofa, then stood in front of me and pointed toward Eric. “Ariel, Eric is special advisor to the Supreme Court and head of the criminal law revision committee.” Then he pointed toward the fierce-looking Paul. “Paul is the chief commander of Hawkins’ task force.” Next, he gestured toward Dad Number Seventy-Eight, Stephen, who was wearing a loud floral shirt. “Stephen here is the biggest casino owner in Oceanport. Legally.”

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.

and not just in the orgasmic way. We were talking about something serious. Something Stephanie had dug up. To the city, she was the prestigious director of an important media chain, the polished spokesperson for the Greco family. In the shadows, she was my best source of intel. My eyes and ears in the field. And still... sitting behind my desk, swirling the rum in my hand, I could only think about one damn thing. Those disappointed golden eyes. Shit, why did I feel so bad for not kissing Victoria? Worse... my whole body wanted it, desperately.

I would serve this in a meal for Millie and I to share. I then disposed of his body out back. No one would do anything to me because I have power here and control. No one will mess with a cannibal. By the time the next day rolled around I had kept the nurses's flesh in my small freezer no one had known about that I would keep in my room. I was mising my Millie but I knew that she would be back. As the days passed by and I waited patiently but anxiously for her return when the day finally came I smiled brightly. "Hey Brian, I'm feeling better. How was your week?" She asked me. "Dreadful my dear, but I have something for you." "You do?" Millie said smiling in more of a surprise way not like an

Breed wanted to know as he finally came over to the table after getting off of his cell. “Well, I have this friend and he happens to work in the FBI and he sort of owes me a favor. A bust like this would be a feather in his cap.” Roslyn looked over at Kizzy. “But he would want to include your grandfather in the mix. Taking down a mogul like Brian Williams would be a strong motivator.”

“From now on, for any disciplinary issues involving Bianca, please contact her father directly.” I sent Stefano’s private number to her. “Good luck, Ms. Kim.” I ended the call and set my phone down. A strange lightness settled in my chest. Stefano always claimed raising a child was simple. He always said I exaggerated everything. Now he could experience just how simple it really was. (Author’s POV) Inside the CEO’s office at Aetheris Biotech, Stefano Conti had just finished signing a stack of documents when his phone erupted with notifications.