Stephen E Novels & Stories

“We’ve done stuff. Oral only still, but I don’t know. He still acts like he’s ashamed to be seen with me in public.” Sienna raises an eyebrow. “Still?” Carmen shrugs. “It’s giving… lukewarm. Stephen just texted saying he starts at the tech company next door on Wednesday and asked me to go to lunch with him. I said yes. I don’t even know why.” Kira side eyed her. “Wait, so he’s starting at the tech company?” “Yes, Stephen, Sienna’s fine ass brother,” Carmen says with a little smile. Sienna’s eyes bulge. “Are you crushing on Stink right now?!”

Mark stepped inside without waiting for permission. The second the door shut, the kitchen warmth felt like it had been drained out of the apartment. > “You’ve been busy,” he said casually, glancing around like he was appraising the walls. “Cooking. Playing house. Pretending you’re free.” I crossed my arms. “If you came here to lecture me, save it. I’m not in the mood.” He smiled faintly—just enough to show he knew exactly where my breaking points were. > “If you weren’t in the mood, you’d have slammed the door in my face. No, son… you’re curious. You want to know why I’m here.”

“Jamie, it’s two in the morning.” I opened the door carefully. Stephen stepped inside quickly, shutting the door behind him like he didn’t want anyone to see him. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, hair messy. “This is the guy who secretly took down a billion-dollar corporation?” I asked. Stephen gave a tired smile. “Working on it.” Grayson crossed his arms beside me, but his hand slipped behind my back barely there, protective more than obvious. “You couldn’t wait until morning?” Grayson asked.

Ethan walked to the door and looked down at him. “Please interfere and save Riveria.” Stephen said with a pale face, “I’m willing to tell everyone the truth.” He knew he could not hide the truth or trap Ethan. Today, he was willing to use his life to obtain Ethan’s help. Ethan’s expression was calm. “I’m not interested in Riveria, and I’m moving away soon. You liked this place so much, so I’ll leave it to you.” Boom! Stephen felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Clyde's posture straightened, his gaze more fixed and demanding while Cyrus just arched a perfect, and neatly trimmed eyebrow. The pack member took a deep breath, exhaling as he stood straight to address us, his tone shaky yet urgent. “It's Beta Stephen.”

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

He mocked as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily as he awaited my response. "No, I'm not embarrassed." I stated. I wanted to believe that I was telling the truth. But something deep inside just didn't feel right. Maybe that's why I feel so incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of people knowing about us being step-siblings before this. But, I don't know if it's making me embarrassed, or ashamed. "Then why is it such a big deal if people know? You did that shit, can't take it back now." He chuckled

Many thought that Stefan and Stephanie were brother and sister, or that they were related. On the contrary, they have different ethnicities and countries of origin. Stepehanie is from the Republic of Ireland and is a person who doesn't care about Alan. "Alan often boasts about the UK and underestimates my country," Stephanie frowns.

On the day we went to Cintail Mountain, I sent a message to Stephen, asking him to be prepared to handle my case—or maybe even multiple cases. However, Stephen must have been too busy because he didn't reply to my message. Stephen is very reserved and doesn't talk much. We communicate even less than I do with Taylor. But I understand, since Stephen is a top lawyer at a prestigious law firm and doesn't personally handle trivial matters. Taylor, his assistant lawyer, communicates with me on his behalf.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.