Stephen E Novels & Stories

And surely he wasn't happy. "Hello. You must be Dr. Jeremy Prescott? I am Stephen. Stephen Malc". Stephen extended his hand for shake that Jer held it though still he was looking at Magnus suspiciously. As far as he remembered, he didn’t know Steph Malc but the way he met him, means he knows him. "Magnus, Jeremy. Wow. Babe what are you doing here? I was looking for you". Jer was about to ask Magnus when he heard Ming. "Hi Ming". Jer returned his greeting.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

It was only when Richard was panicking over his daughter, running into dead ends, did I helpfully provide the string of numbers to Officer Zinn through my defense lawyer. The number was my birthday. Inside the file, there were no earth-shattering secrets. There were only meticulous accounts and authentic contracts. There were records of Summit Corporation’s every act of tax evasion, illegal fundraising, stock manipulation, and collusion with officials over the past ten years. I memorized every detail in my previous life while in prison, word for word, from a man. He was the former CFO of Summit Corporation — a man who had been both Richard’s confidant and sharpest weapon.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

Laura Jean POV Stephen's message came through on Wednesday morning. It was short and casual, written with the confidence of someone who assumed I'd say yes. Interview? Lunch. My treat. There's a place near the harbor you'll like. I read it once, then let my thumb hover over the screen for a second. Professionally, I had no reason to say no. Stephen Cole was second in the championship, Jannis's closest rival, and somehow I'd spent weeks embedded with one side of the title fight without sitting down with the other. Turning him down would've been harder to explain than accepting.

“Stand.” Nothing happens. Fear crawls up my spine. Ethan’s arms tighten around me as if he senses it. “Look at me,” he murmurs, angling my face toward his. His eyes are fierce, grounding. “You’re not commanding them. You’re asking.” I swallow and try again. “All of you—stand. That’s not an order.” The pressure eases. One by one, they rise. Relief crashes through me so hard my knees nearly buckle. Ethan steadies me, his body a wall at my back, daring anyone to step too close.

The night I sucked his cock in the back of a cab, then became a fuck toy for all the guys back in the hotel room. Stephen was sat behind his desk in front of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. He was working on his laptop and didn't look up. "Ah, Eve," he said, still focused on his work, "Just in time, our 10 O'clock starts shortly." I stood in the middle of the office awkwardly, wasn't he going to look at me? "Great," I said, "I can't wait to hear what you have planned." "Right," he replied bluntly.

“Sir, for the past thirty minutes, our men have tried their best to trace the call your wife made to Miss Zuri, but information reaching us is that the rain damaged some of the land lines and the signal is in shambles. We’ll have to wait a few extra hours.” I turn to Stephen, my private investigator and hold his black, bottomless gaze for a long second. Stephen might be the only man on planet earth who isn’t scared of me besides grandpa. He’s short, with curly blonde hair and a slight limp from his days as a Marine officer, and has seen his fair share of blood death — which is why he can hold my icy stare of doom with such confidence. “And how long would it take to fix it?” My voice is cold

Stephen said out loud to the two of us. “And what did she say?” I inquired, momentarily forgetting my plan. It would be nice if Suzie could stay here. “Not the point!” Stephen shouted. “There shouldn’t even be a possibility of him asking another, because he already has a beta!” Raiden has always liked Suzie, and I could see how she could make a good beta, but Stephen has worked so hard for this job, and despite his father's influence, he could make a great beta. Steve hit the table with his fist loudly before standing up and pacing the floor of his office. I’m not sure if he was arguing with his wolf or mindlinking Stephen, but he was pissed.

Apart from Rosalie, Whitney was the only one that had really gotten his attention. "Whitney. What a beautiful name," Stephen said, smiling. He seemed like the perfect gentleman. "Thank you." Whitney smiled slightly. Her smile seemed to burn itself into Stephen's heart. "When I came here, I heard that there was a strong female CEO in Steinberg. It must be you, Ms. Sutton," Stephen said with a charming smile. Whitney immediately replied, "You jest, Mr. Beckard. I have so much to learn from you." Stephen laughed and then looked questioningly at Fergus. "Who are you?"