Stephen Speaks Books Novels & Stories

His figure was towering and intimidating. "Em…hey mum…em..” I said with an awkward smile. I saw Hermes turned the second he heard me stammer through the greeting, something flickering across his face before he caught it. “Come on honey." Celeste was already moving toward me before he could say anything. "Do you need something, sweetheart?" "I wanted to talk to my stepdad. Hermes.” I kept my eyes on him, not her. I kept contact with him longer than I intended.

Cally exclaimed "max? what's that got to do with it?" cried Stephan "You idiot! Stephan is a lecturer's son, and he is brave enough to touch my head, then he will be modified into my robot, if he fails, then I will eliminate and destroy his body!" Stephan opened his mouth, he really got a partner who is the most creepy, cold blooded killer ever, an angel of death that must be avoided completely. "Flies will go into your mouth idiot, I'm just using my brain to think. Get all the data right away, I'll go have some fun first!" he chuckles

Ivan apologized before his eyes narrowed, looking at Stephen. “Who is this outsider? The one they told me about?” Ivan basically growled. I felt Stephen tense next to me and started to step back. I took his hand, stopping him. ‘Can you speak for me?’ I questioned through our link. Stephen sighed but nodded. ‘Good. Repeat what I say, please.’ I sighed. “I’m going to speak for her, only the words she tells me to say. Please do not get offended.” Stephen warned.

I scratched behind his pointed ears and smiled down at him. “I’ve got one,” said Stephen. I looked up hopefully, expecting him to read something aloud from the book propped open on the arm of the sofa. “I just found out I’m colour blind,” he said. “It came right out of the orange!” I shook my head and forced a laugh, though my disappointment fizzled through me like the aftershocks of lightning. It burned every fibre of my body as I sat there and faked a grin. “You’re right, that is terrible.” I nodded at the book. “Anything good in there, at least?”

Chris's POV(The master) : I was reading a book in the dinning,waiting for breakfast while Stephen, my best friend, talked non stop. He is a parrot, I am not surprised, he talks more than a woman. I wonder why he left his home so early in the morning to come and bother me.I don't know what I did to him. I am sure his house is as comfortable as here,or he might be running away from his father. He must have gotten into trouble again for his ways.

"It will just hurt more when I tear you apart than you least imagined." The words landed with the kind of weight that meant she had already thought past this moment and had something specific in mind. That was the thing about Steph which was the fact that she was never speaking without a plan sitting behind her words. But then, I filed it away and kept my face completely neutral. I closed the book in my hand and turned to face the small audience at the end of the row directly in a calm and unbothered manner. Like this was the most unremarkable situation any of us had ever been in.

Then she mutes the TV. "Okay? What's going on?" Brooke asks bemusedly. "Hi," Steph grins weirdly. "Hey," Brooke hesitates before answering. Stephanie stops grinning. "You won't believe what happened today?" Stephanie jabbers. "What happened?" Brooke asks curiously seeing the look on her face. "I.....spoke.....to......" Stephanie drags unnecessarily, blinking rapidly. "Talk, would you?" Brooke shakes her slightly. "I spoke to Christopher today," she blurts out with her hands on both sides of her face and her eyes wide.

Kenneth said with finality and Paul sighed again. “Wow,such a nice speech” He said and they both laughed. They talked some more and drank before changing the conversation to talk about sports. It was exactly seven am when Stephanie stepped into the familiar building,a place she has worked at for the past six years. She sighed as she walked around the empty office. She trailed her fingers over the desk as she thought of all the memories she’s had in this place.

The conversation was over and Stephanie didn’t push. She rarely did when I made it clear. Instead, she adjusted smoothly, stepping into the change without resistance. “Fine, let’s talk about something else.” She said lightly. For a moment, the room returned to a controlled quiet, filled only with the low rustle of paper. Then I spoke again calmly. “What have you been handling lately?” Stephanie didn’t react immediately. “Various things,” she replied. I didn’t look up and continued with my questions, “What kind of things?”

Emma laughed and stepped inside. It felt like home. “So,” Stephanie said, eyeing the overnight bag hanging from Emma’s shoulder, “this is the famous weekend bag.” Emma looked down. “It’s not famous.” “It should be.” Stephanie took the bag from her shoulder and weighed it dramatically. “Oh, this has books in it.” Emma tried not to smile. “Maybe.” “You packed books.” “I couldn’t decide.” “For two days.” “I like options.” Stephanie shook her head, laughing as she handed it back.