Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

Stacy hitched her breath. She signed to the waiter when Zach turned in her direction. Stacy doesn’t want to get labeled as a stalker. Zach rolled his eyes back onto its sockets as he continued to talk with his teammates. His voice was already wobbly. Stacy ordered another round of beef so that she can stay longer. After an hour, a lot of his teammates were down. Some of them still continued to drink even though the bottles already been drain out.

Austin was probably head to head with Tommy, which gave Stephen the disadvantage. Stephen's train of thought was suddenly interrupted as Austin calmly walked into the room as his presence screamed 'focus on me'. Stephen placed his coffee down and gave his undivided attention to Austin, who wanted patiently. "My team managed to find Tommy's location, so what's the plan?" Austin asked as Stephen smirked as he leaned back while crossing his arms, "Well, isn't it obvious," he said as Austin sighed before shoving his hand in his pockets, "Let me guess, ambush?" He asked as Stephen's face stiffens, "I want to make him suffer, he took my wife and child away from me, I'd like to gladly return the fa

The tree shed a rustling shower of leaves and fruits. The kick was enough to completely debilitate Stephen. It felt like his organs had been scrambled from the outside. All the blood had left Stephen’s face, paling his face to a chalky white and spurting through his mouth in the form of a scarlet fountain. It was a bolt out of the blue to the other four present; they could not understand what had just happened. Stephen Shapiro was an experienced master fighter. He was a maven who had sent countless pugilists and brawlers packing, and lived in their minds rent-free as a near-unbeatable legend. With all things considered, how on Earth did Zayn dispose of Stephen so easily with only a casual ki

And I almost fainted when that high school bully was introduced as my new stepbrother…the same one I caught jerking off to a picture of me. The same one that hadn't looked in my direction since my mum and I moved into their house. Could my life get any worse? I got into the shower because I wanted to clear my head but it wasn’t working. My pussy throbbed so hard that it was too painful to bear. I pressed my head against the glass of the shower booth and tried to focus on the warm water hitting my skin. Instead my mind went somewhere else, to the way Aidan's skin was flushed, the way he threw his head back and moaned my name.

I muttered but he heard it, and laughed even harder. It was as though the universe had it all planned out for me that day. Because we were still laughing when the couple in question came into the diner. My eyes immediately locked with Olivia and he started making his way to us. He first greeted his roommate Stephen and then Peter and then he gave me an awkward bro's handshake as he watched me consciously. He knew I didn't like him. Stephen, the sociopath, knowing how awkward it would be, invited them to join us for a meal. After the first eye contacts, I avoided Olivia's eyes as much as possible.

Ross replied and not only was I glad the spotlight had just left me but I was also eager to get a name to place on Mr Rude who was next In line for Ross's little introduction game. "My name is Adrian Shelton" He announced in his thunder like voice that still replayed his previous words to me in my head. "CEO of MontCorp Industries" he added and I scoffed louder than expected because his turning to glare at me almost immediately meant he definitely heard it. Wait. CEO??? He's the CEO?? Well....... So what if he's CEO? Show off. Tsk. He really is a Jerk. An arrogant one at that.

That's why this bitch stacie is in his fucking dm and just so happens to be friends with Violet. I take a deep breath before clearing out of I***a and then deciding on going into his Snap. I immediately click on his chats seeing all the different people in which had been talking to recently. I scroll further down his list, seeing a few female bitmojis appear in his chats. But since they're all pictures/ chats sent from a long time ago and have been unopened I don't even bother to stress myself out over it.

She keeps on stealing glances at him. They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him. "You didn't tell me your name." "It's Aron." And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn't know how she would get him

I said “Note…” He asked. “Yes, Angelo show him,” I said to Angelo, and he nodded. “Hello Mr. Welton” “ I heard you are coming to Russia, What bring you to your enemy place? Is Ivan Petrov charm?” We heard him laughing. “How did he know Ivan Petrov,” Stephen asked, pausing the audio. “Or it's for revenge? Whatever it could be, it would be really fun meeting you in person.” “Fucker stay in Russia” Stephen yelled.

It was another single tail, but he'd switched to a four footer. The first stroke hit Stephon across the top of his back and upper shoulder. Matt didn't cringe... yet. While the lashes fell, he tried to think about Jewel, wondering how she'd handle Stephon when he got like this. His need for pain increased with a slow daily build until he submitted to the lash. When the band went drug and alcohol free, Stephon's needs intensified. Some days Matt wished his friend would just drink a six-pack. The whip continued to fall and Stephon started moaning. Matt's focus drifted to the day that changed them both irrevocably.