Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."

I completely forgot Crandon was behind me. Stephen walked up, grinning. “You ready?” he asked and leaned in to kiss me lightly on the cheek. Before I could respond, someone cleared their throat. Loudly. Crandon. Stephen’s eyes flicked over to him. “Oh,” he said coolly, “I’m Stephen. Nice to meet you, man.” He extended his hand like a boss. Crandon looked at it like it was covered in bacteria but shook it anyway. “Crandon.” Stephen raised his brows. “Ohh… you’re Crandon.” His voice was pleasant but carried a sharp edge.

answered Stephanie and she watched him pour the glass for her. It was then that she took him in for the first time. He was built like a Greek god, with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Who could want anything more? Add to that the fact that he was ruthless and ambitious and you had a deadly combination. A combination that enticed her to no end. “We are more alike than you think,” said Connor to Stephanie and she nodded her head in agreement as her fiery hair slipped over her shoulder. She’d worn her hair down loose and it hung in curls to the middle of her back.

Serena was jolted out of her reverie when she heard footsteps approaching her. "Who Are you?" And what do you want? I can hear you a mile away." Serena turned to face the stranger as she stood up, never taking her gaze away from him. He stood about 6'0" tall, his olive-colored skin complimented his light blue eyes, he had a heart-shaped chin, thin lips, small ears, and a straight nose, his raven black hair was styled back and he is handsome, there is no doubt about it, but who was he? And what exactly was he doing here? "My name is Stephen, and you're."Prince Stephen inquired as politely as he could, despite the fact that he already knew she was Serena his cousin.

He didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t question it further. “How are you?” I asked. “How was your day? I missed you today as I haven’t seen you since morning.” He looked tired beneath his composure. “Long,” he said simply. “There was a lot for me to take care of, but I missed you too. And now that you are beside me, the day seems to be a lot easier.” We walked back inside together, his arm draped around my shoulders. I leaned into him without thinking. Kylie entered a moment later with the cup of herbs and set it carefully on the small table near the bed. “I brought this for you, Lady Lia. For your nausea”

Her right leg was twisted and deformed, and she looked like a stray dog who'd just had its spine snapped in two. "Austin… I was wrong… Please bring me home…" Winter looked up at Austin as bloodied tears fell down her face, her stench overwhelming him. Austin gulped. The 20 years he'd spent doting on her clashed with the betrayal he felt, and it just kept tearing at his chest. Winter might have been his younger stepsister, whom he'd doted on and spoiled for 20 years. However, she was also the same person who had utterly destroyed his life.

He wasn't that good with hostility and mind games, he would rather they did what they needed to do and get out of there while they still had beating chests. “That is where my friend comes in. This is Stephen Cole, he is human and also my private investigator. A martial artist, trained fighter, and black belt holder. Take him seriously—” “Or don't.” Stephen interjected, “Hi, I'm Stephen Cole as he said, I have informants all over the place as a source worker and Intel distributor, so you should not be surprised I knew about you being a witch. I know a lot of other things and you should also know his parents know you are a witch too, so that's that. I'm here because just like you, I didn't hav

over, you have it made. I stop when I come across a picture of a guy named Dallas. He looks very familiar. I know I have seen him before, but I don’t remember where. I forward a copy of his picture to Alayni. She has a photographic memory, and if anyone can remember where we know him from, it will be her. I look at his neck, and I do see a scar, but it looks like a scar someone would have if they had surgery. His eyes are what caught my attention—those cold golden grey eyes. I know I have seen those eyes before. I close out my email and shut down my laptop. Kaden tells me it is time to go home. I can hear the others telling Tianya and Kylynn the same thing. As we walk out, I loo

He walks up to me and embrace me from behind Britany stood staring at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress and couldn't stop smiling at her self while friends comes to her dressed and they all embraces her . “Let’s go to the church I can’t wait to be with my heartthrob” she says happily and her phone rings and she picks her cellphone on the dresser and she looks on the screen of the phone and it was My heart, that was the name she used in saving her husband to be on the screen and she picks the call “Hello my heart” she says in a soft tone. “Hello my Love” Manuel Stephens says to Evelyn. Manuel Stephens is the billionaire heir of the Stephens Empire, he is the one

"Oh, that's fuck up." She look at his wristwatch and let out a deep breath. "I need to go. You do your part, act as Hilary as you could." after he said that he disappeared. Why do I need to do this? What is the purpose? What is the intention? I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep.