Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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

“Stephan, take out the trash.” The large male who stepped from the corner had a shaven head and a scar bisecting one eye. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed the cowering woman and threw her over his shoulder. “Please, Ms. Reacher!” The woman begged, tears streaming down her face as Stephan strode out of the room, “I have a family. Please, I can fix it. Please…” Her pleas echoed as Stephan slammed the door behind him, bouncing up the stair well, growing fainter with each passing second as Stephan exited the building.

"I'm Linda Jones, friend, and owner of this place. I'm so glad Tabitha lives here, and I'm not lonely anymore. Keith shooking Linda's hand and then looked at Linda, and he was mesmerized by her size and how friendly she was. "Tabitha, introduce me to this hot man before I black out. He looks like a movie star! Who is he?" Linda could never hold herself wise when she has something in mind, and she talks to the point. Tabitha created a plausible lie and stammered out something close to the truth. "This... this... uh... my brother-in-law. Yes... My late husband's brother."

He had tried to play chess with a demon, and Julian had simply flipped the board. Behind Julian, Marcus Thorne stood in the doorway, his posture crisp, his eyes completely devoid of the protective, desperate warmth he had weaponized on the Alaskan ridge. He wasn't a savior. He was a corporate vulture who had brokered the sale of my soul to the highest bidder.

"Don't waste my time, kid. Just spill the beans on what you know." "I'm definitely older than her," Booze muttered under his breath, regretting the day he ever crossed paths with Patricia. He exhaled heavily before continuing. "His name is Francisco Stephan, a highly lethal individual. I've heard all about his gruesome kills. They say he even feeds the flesh to his pet lion and sells the organs..." His words trailed off as Patricia made a disgusted expression.

He said. “So do you want to say anything in the final, Mr.Stone?” Reporter asked. Mr.Akash nodded and turned directly towards the camera looking straight and said, “I just want to say that not a single word I said or acted in these few weeks are true. I never wanted to behave like this at all. If I don’t have this reason, I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” It actually felt like he is looking directly at me and saying this, so I couldn’t help but turn away.

I unlocked it anyway and pushed it open. The lights were low. Stephen was on his bed, back against the wall, phone propped up in front of him. He had a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His sweatpants were shoved down. His hand was moving. Slow at first, then faster. He was talking to the camera in a voice I barely recognized. Low. Rough. Asking people if they liked what they saw. I just stood there. My brain shorted out for a second. I could not connect the guy in front of me to the same idiot who stole my fries last week and laughed about it for ten minutes.