Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

A kind of clarity that comes with knowing she’s on the edge of something big. “At least I have something I can make bleed to quench this thirst of vengeance. If I can’t wreck you, Leon fucking Montana and that snaky whore of yours, at least I can destry those fools who messed with my plan!” Asisnister laughter echoes in the vicity, the echoes of it loud enough to deeafen any nearby ear.

The way he knocked me flat during scrimmage while my teammates laughed. And now he's my stepbrother. My father's new wife's son is the same boy who poured coffee all over me on his first day. The same kid who danced on that table like he owned the room. The same nobody who somehow stole the spotlight on my ice. It feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on me. I cross to my bed and sink, staring at the trophies lined across my shelves. Everything I've worked for, everything that defines who I am.

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

she said, taping one of her finger on her lips. As she was still there talking to herself, Mrs Cognant walked towards her. Rosela didn't even noticed her coming. "Are you okay Rosela,?" Cognant asked. "Ah!, I am fine. Did you see the guy that just walked in here few seconds ago?," Rosela asked. "No I didn't, what happened,?" Cognant asked. "It was Jacob, the same guy that my step-farher pays to poison my late father," she said.

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.

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

I wave to the bar tender but his attention is fixed on mixing a drink. I’m about to try to speak to him again when I feel a presence beside me. I turn to my right quickly to find intense dark eyes watching me. I release my breath when he shifts his gaze away from me and looks to the bartender and then the box. He stretches his hand towards the box, revealing a two headed viper tattoo wrapping around his forearm. Dear goddess, this is Sylas Reid. He takes a bite of the cookie and then another. When his gaze meets mine again, I realize that I’ve been staring. I feel so embarrassed that he's caught me staring at him like a fish.

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.

"I know them, I know who they are. I've gathered information on them. The people who attacked you are led by a man named Stok. He's the leader of the White Sparrows. He pretends to be harmless, but he's ruthless and deadly. Stok creates lots of poison, so no matter what, do not let any of his weapons touch you, whether it's his bullet, spear, arrow, or any other weapon he may have with him.." "Oh no, what do I do, Dad? Shawn... Shawn has been shot." "What!? Shawn was shot? Where are you guys now? Is Stok there with you right now?" "No, no, Dad, we're safe in a private room at Shawn's house."

In just a few long strides, I was already inside and moving faster than a tornado. I didn’t care that the place was mostly empty or that some staff were still cleaning up. I went straight for the bathrooms. I checked every damn corner. Rachel wasn’t there. “Rachel!” I shouted as I pushed into the men’s restroom. All six stalls. Empty. Dead quiet. Like a graveyard. “Excuse me, sir?” A staff member approached me. I scanned the room one last time before turning to her. Her expression shifted instantly. “Thane Adams?” Of course. One of the downsides of having a very famous father.