Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

Sitting next to me was the middle-aged lead officer. He handed me a bottle of water. His tone was calm. “My name’s Simon Zinn. You can call me Officer Zinn.” “We went through your records. They’re clean. We really can’t believe that you would go and deliberately try to commit murder.” I lifted my head and met his gaze. There was not a trace of panic in my eyes and none of the fear an eighteen-year-old might feel. There was only a deep, bottomless stillness. Officer Zinn looked at me and frowned slightly.

Maverick was dead, and I knew that I was related to his death. I clenched my fists and banged the table hard with my knuckles. All I had managed to do was turn this family upside down. Bang! My stepmother was right; she had always been. I was a disaster. I was a tornado, moving around and catching everything up in my destructive energy till I died down, leaving a huge mess behind me. Bang!! I was confused. I couldn't even decide who I loved and wanted to be with. Bang!!! I was… “Are you trying to break that table?“ an amused voice broke into my self-degrading thoughts. I spun to see Blaze standing by the door, leaning against it like I was some kind of entertaining show

She stepped closer, resting a hand on my rigid shoulder. "I'm..." I swallowed hard, the weight of the morning pressing down on my lungs. "That psycho biker is going to be my stepbrother. Soon." The bomb dropped, and I watched it completely shatter Olivia's upbeat composure. Her eyes widened into saucers, her bright features draining of color as her mouth fell open. "No fucking way," she whispered, her voice cracking. I instantly slapped my palm over her mouth before she could draw the attention of the entire courtyard.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

Stowaway Chapter 37 Aiden's point of view Once I know the children have reached the safety of the helicopter I run back to help grit with the woman, I hear the pop of a riffle as Grit falls to his feet, clutching his leg, as he yells out. “Fuck, get her out of here Chaos." I pick up the frightened woman in my arms as I run to the chopper with her, I pass her over as one of the team as another reaches out a hand to me, I shake my head as the enemy gunfire gets closer and I yell.