Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

I say trying to sound honest. “Are you now talking for that stutter boy?” Tony asks furrowing his eyebrows. “No. I'm not. But he pleaded with me to leave him alone,” I say and take the water bottle sitting on the table in front of me. It probably belongs to Sophia. I take a sip and then look back at Tony. “Leave him alone. He already has the stutter problem. I think we shouldn't trouble him more.” “Woah Ethan! I can't believe this,” Tony scoffs. “What? Have you gone gay for him?”

“Well damn, I might have to start working out again. I’m eating too damn much today, and I’ll be eating a lot at that shower too.” We all laugh. “Oh shit are these garlic parmesan wings,” I say. “Who brought these?” “I don’t know,” Stephen says, “but I want some too.” Stink grabs two whole plates and starts loading them like he hasn’t already eaten. I sigh. “So are you guys good now?” Stephen nods. “Yeah, as good as we can be. I mean… the man is relentless. I’ve never seen anything like it. Stalking her at work. Stalking her at home. Good thing she moved, her roommate said he was coming by her place.”

After that, Stephen bowed respectfully and stumbled out of the place with his followers, whose initially smug expressions had changed drastically. Everything happened too fast. Taichi and the others had no time to react. Harvey calmly looked at the Islanders and said calmly, “Sorry, but that guy won’t be enough to scare me.” Taichi and his secretary were stunned, their eyes twitching uncontrollably. They never thought that Stephen, who came from the Yorks of Hong Kong, couldn’t hold Harvey back. Though they were frightened of Harvey’s identity and way of doing things, they were still filled with disdain.

I clear my throat and smirk, wishing I could watch Stephen's face pale and see how pissed his father gets. "I was camping with Stephen. We had just gotten the campsite set up, when he went to go get firewood. As I was figuring out what to make for dinner, his phone kept blowing up. His phone, the one he issisted on bringing, even though I left mine in the car. So I checked it, and it's a girl named Roxy, sending boob shots to spice up his "Family" camily trip," I use finger quotes around the last part.

Stephen waved his assistant away. He bowed again and left. "Damn you all!!." Stephen banged his fists on the table furiously. What was all this? They were siding with their daughter right? He had to do something... 'Hah.. My godfather..' A smiled plastered itself on his face as he recalled something. Since they were siding with their daughter,he was going to force them to compromise... "Let's see how you would evade this." He smirked. His godfather was a very close friend of the Stones. He was Brendon King..

Toby answers. “Let me see if I can move this along a little. Give me your sister’s number and what is Stephan’s last name.” Toby pulls up his sister’s phone number and shows it to Shaba. Shaba dials the number and waits. “Hi, Can I speak with Stephen Bundy please?” “Yes, Ma’am, My name is Virginia Madison and I am the owner of Wolf Corp. I just hired a gentleman by the name of Toby Roobert,” “That is your brother okay, well I asked Toby if he knew of anyone needing a job and he told me about Stephan, is Stephan there?” “That is your husband. Okay. Can I speak with him please?” “Well I would like to offer him a job and maybe do an interview over the phone.” “Ma’am, I am a business woman and I

“But retaliation like that raises questions about stability.” Stability? Right because apparently caring too much about someone meant I was unstable. I laughed once under my breath. “So what you want robots?” “No,” the scout said. “We want consistency.” Stephen finally spoke, voice quiet but firm. “He’s not unstable.” All eyes turned to him. “He reacted because I was getting fouled every five seconds,” Stephen continued. “Any of you would’ve done the same.” The room didn’t answer that because they wouldn’t admit it.

"You can't just say such a barbaric statement. How could you sleep with your father, it is unheard of!" "But he's not my father, Rico," I cried. "He's my stepfather. We have no blood relations…" I was still searching for ways to justify the relationship. "He fucks your mother!" He yelled "She's just another woman. Does it matter?" I screamed too. "This is wrong," he muttered. His eyes grazed me multiple times, like he was seeing a new Olivia. "You cannot…no. No. I… can't believe this" he said.

“Alan and which professor are your mates?” “The professor from school, dad. Zachary. I found out long time ago that they were both my mates and I have tried all I can to stay away from them but….” “You told me you haven met your mates and yet, you have not just one but two?” He snapped, standing from the bed with the help of his walking stick. “Aside from having an immoral relationship with your stepbrother, you are also doing same with your Professor? Coupled with lying to me?”