Stephen Bisciotti Novels & Stories

In front of the past. And Alexandro didn’t hesitate. He turned toward her, his expression unreadable for a heartbeat—then softened. “Of course,” he said. Serena didn’t look away. Inside her, something shifted. The man who hadn’t written back. The Alpha who had pushed her away. The husband who had been cold. He was here. And he had accepted her invitation, without question. Her brothers gave subtle nods, choosing not to comment, but their glances carried curiosity and relief. Her father offered a short nod, still measured in his approval, then excused himself with a tight smile to oversee some house matters.

This time Vicky was sure that all was fine. The system was on and Vicky received another message from Stephen Moor that his Binance account could not be linked unless it was registered PPIs. Vicky at once flared up! "What's the hell you are talking, stupid!" The conversation was on as he received another call from Serena. She wanted to see him for some personal matters. Vicky agreed and they were at coffee shop.

*** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991 Age: 34 Nationality: Italian Birthplace: Florence, Italy Citizenship: Dual—Italian and American. Accent: Smooth, refined Tuscan Italian. Languages: Italian (native), English (fluent) Former Title: 4th-Year Surgical Resident at St. Augustine Medical Centre, Manhattan, NY Specialisation: Trauma surgery & neurosurgical procedures Medical School: Sapienza University of Rome. License Revoked: July 2024 Revoking Body: New York State Board for Professional Medical Conduct

he declared, grinding his teeth angrily. "Daughter, I'm with you 100%!" Rosita wholeheartedly supported her stepdaughter's decision. Jack looked at Briana. "Sis, you will always have my support!" "Thank you so much, guys!" Briana said, teary-eyed. "Um, guys, can you call Bodhi for me and inform him that I want to talk to him this morning?" she requested. "I have his number," Jack said. "Do you want me to call him right now?"

He was even the first to arrive at the disaster site after the recent earthquake in the northern region. Seeing the shocked, confused, and disbelieving looks on everyone’s faces, Stephen smiled triumphantly. That was exactly the reaction he wanted! He was determined to crush Ethan’s reputation completely! “My sources can’t be wrong,” Stephen said confidently. “I wouldn’t say this without solid evidence.” He then slammed a file onto the table. It contained information about Ethan’s real estate holdings and the financial transactions with several women. “Could he have afforded two apartment buildings without accepting bribes or embezzling? Could he have handed out tens of thousands of dollars

he asked, a dirty smirk playing on his lips. “I choose Etta,” I said without hesitation. But before I could process the weight of my words, his hands slid from my thighs to my dick, making me tremble. “Let’s not do this again,” I whispered, struggling to steady myself. I was about to say more when my phone buzzed sharply, snapping both our heads toward it. It wasn’t just any notification. It was a news alert. BREAKING NEWS: AI SCIENTIST AND PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE LINKED TO THE DEATH OF JACKSON STERLING.

It would be a real slap in the face if they failed their development, too! Understanding the gravity of the situation, Stephen asked, "They took Irene? Is she in danger?" "You think?!" Isaac was frustrated by the sheer stupidity surrounding him. "Who did you give it to?" "Tobey Kitsch," Stephen replied. "He's the deputy director of Hotmesh Research." That was when James returned with the man in question. Since Tobey was an important man, James was not physically restraining him, instead staying behind him and keeping a keen eye to stop him from running away.

the receptionist replied, “but Mr. Scott’s schedule is fully booked today. Without an appointment, I cannot allow you to see him.” Stephanie’s irritation grew. She leaned forward slightly. “Do you even know who I am? I’m Stephanie Newton. My father is Alexander Newton, owner of Newton Chain of Hotels. Mr. Scott would want to see me. Now, stop wasting my time and let me through.” The receptionist’s professional smile didn’t falter, though her tone became more assertive. “Mr. Scott’s schedule is strictly managed, Ms. Newton. Even high-profile clients need to schedule appointments. I’m afraid I can’t make any exceptions.”

After the whole situation calmed a bit, he took out his phone from his pocket. "Shit!" He cursed seeing the missed calls from both detective Joha and Captain Depay but as he tried to return their calls, his phone beeped low battery and tripped off.