Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

I'm hoping to update daily from here. Love always Helen Stephens

I was left alone fighting with the door to keep the crazies from trying to get a glimpse of what was happening inside my room from the outside, thank heavens for Tony who came to my rescue and was able to shoo all of them out. He was a senior, and his word was final. He was the second most popular guy after the Z4, Lacrosse captain and all. You get the picture. I remained glued at my door once again, in just a span of hours, and right now: my mind thinking of possible means of escape.

"My new stepsister arrived today." They reacted the way I expected them to—like a bunch of animals. They were hooting and hollering, making a whole lot of noise that made my head hurt. Tommy was the only sensible one. "So, if you're mad, it means things didn't go according to plan?" I gulped the whiskey down and savored the feeling of it burning all the way down my throat. "Let's just say we have nothing in common. I can't stand women like her."

His eyes were wide and they began to look over my body, the clothes I wore the first day were covered in blood and barely hanging on my body, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of shorts. He had a large cut on his forehead and there was blood surrounding it, that's probably where Jonas knocked him out. How did he get to Steve? I looked back at Jonas and he was smiling at me. "Why is Steve here Jonas?" He approached me and placed his hands on the arm of the chair. He leaned closer and I leaned back. His eyes hardened and he slapped me. "Dont fucking move away from me bitch, dear Steve is here because first he is going to act as a representative of Adrian, since the little fucker is dead

What I’m sorry about is the way she found out. "You’re sorry?" She scoffs as she finally stops before me, and she shoves me, jabbing the pointed finger into my shoulder. "Elizabeth, why? Why’d you do this? Why’d you commit this crime that’s not to be heard for? Out of all the guys you could have, it had to be your stepbrother?" I drop my head, unable to hold her gaze any longer as the tears rush down my cheeks, blurring my vision. She doesn’t understand. She wouldn’t understand.

Since I watched that movie, whenever I heard the word ‘family’, Stich’s line followed right after it. The guys looked at me like I was crazy as I was full on laughing by myself. Pulling my composure back, I scowled at Cameron and said, "Never mess with me and my family," Cameron didn't say anything. But he got that pussy-ass look on his face. The fucker was afraid of me. Giving him one last glare, I let go of my grip on Cameron and shoved past him and out the door. I could hear the guys muttering under their breaths before I left, "What the fuck is wrong with him?"

I should have stayed in my tiny apartment in Wichita, far away from this chaos, from these people, from this house that holds too many memories too much pain. But where is my mom? I look around, she is nowhere to be seen. I exhale, nerves crawling up my spine. I look around, and that’s when I feel it. A shift in the air. Like the world suddenly slowed down, I slowly turn around and there he is.Trey. Standing by the open doorway, surrounded by officers and questions, yet somehow completely alone. A gravity point in the middle of the storm. He is talking to a detective, but he must feel me, because his head lifts slightly and his eyes find mine instantly and I stop breathing for a few seconds.

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

Stephen growled, “is the brain behind Wyndham security. The boss said once he was gone, my daughter’s wedding would go smoothly.” His voice rose with fury. “Do you know how many years I tried to get my graddaughter into that family? How many times have I failed?” He slammed his fist against the desk. “The two pawns I used are rotting in jail right now. And who put them there?” His eyes burned. “Stone. That ex-military dog.” The men flinched. “You had him when he was defenseless,” Stephen screamed. “And yet you failed!” “We underestimated him,” Razor said quietly. “We will try again.”

“Sir, for the past thirty minutes, our men have tried their best to trace the call your wife made to Miss Zuri, but information reaching us is that the rain damaged some of the land lines and the signal is in shambles. We’ll have to wait a few extra hours.” I turn to Stephen, my private investigator and hold his black, bottomless gaze for a long second. Stephen might be the only man on planet earth who isn’t scared of me besides grandpa. He’s short, with curly blonde hair and a slight limp from his days as a Marine officer, and has seen his fair share of blood death — which is why he can hold my icy stare of doom with such confidence. “And how long would it take to fix it?” My voice is cold