Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

I sighed and forced a smile on my face, "See, I'm sorry. I've just been through a lot in the last twenty four hours, I'm not really that hostile normally, what's your name?" "Stephen ma." "Nice to meet you Steve, I'm Mokunfayo Badmus." I extended my hand formally and he took it with evident shock, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. I wasn't sure why. "So Stephen,you wouldn't just stand there like a pole and watch me eat, why don't you have a seat and tell me about yourself." My smile was genuine this time, he perched carefully on the couch with a shaky smile. "I'm not sure if Almi–"

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.

“This same thing happened to me last year.” He scoffed and the anger in him kept brewing. Attention from public was something Derek Stygian hated. He can't even tolerate attention from someone, not to mention the public. His frown deepened until it became something heavier and dangerous. “So, what is your plan to clean this mess?” Derek asked. “The internal team is working to take down the post,” Paulo answered. “Good.” Derek said before he handed the phone back. “Find that fool.” Paulo nodded. “We’re trying to”

The silver had weakened her senses, dampened her strength, and made her wolf whimper in retreat within her mind. The scent of mildew, salt, and unwashed bodies choked her nostrils. From above, the heavy stomping of boots, harsh laughter, and the deep grumble of men’s voices echoed through the thick wood. A creaky door at the end of the corridor opened, letting in a flicker of torchlight. A middle-aged woman stepped in, plain-faced with dull brown eyes and a scarf wrapped around her head. She carried a chipped bowl of water and a chunk of stale bread on a metal plate. The woman set it down without a word, not even a glance. Serena stared at the food, stomach twisting—not with hunger, but desp

"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.

He goes by Snow and he is the best at what he does that's why he ended up in juvie trying to hack into the FBI. He was able to find my stepfather's real name and age, what he actually does, why he was here, and his last known location in Anwood. While reading the file Snow sent about my stepfather, I learned that his real name is Dalston Stoke, he is 34 years old, and he is the right hand man of a small-time drug lord named Elijah Miller in Las Vegas.

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!