Sterek Novels & Stories

Lewis started. Derek didn’t look at him. “So…” Lewis repeated. “Say whatever you want to say,” Derek said without looking at him. “Your business. What is it about?” Lewis asked. Derek stopped walking. “Are you sure you want to know?” He asked. “Sure,” Lewis answered. “I sell guns,” Derek said calmly. Lewis froze. “What?” “Illegal ones,” Derek added. Lewis’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped. “Illegal guns? Are you for real?”

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

But I still wanted to look like I knew how to make sunlight jealous. “You like stripes or solids?” I asked, holding up two shirts like they were celebrity guests. Franc didn’t even look. “Whichever makes you feel invincible.” The audacity. The charm. I chose stripes. We grabbed street food—kwek-kwek, fishballs, and those mystery burgers that defy both science and stomach logic. Franc ate with unapologetic enthusiasm, like he hadn’t tasted grease in years. “Where have you been hiding all my life?” I asked between bites.

Dead or alive. “I…I apo-lo” “Apology accepted” I took out the words from his mouth. It seemed as though he couldn't get himself to bring out a straight sentence without stuttering. I quickly pulled out a black card from the length of my left pocket handing it over to the hefty fellow who had unarguably gone humble. It was a premium membership card of Club Erebus which simply meant that I didn't have to go through the stress of filing in for a reservation prior to then. The perks of being good at what to do, I guess. You'll understand with time.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Instead of sitting beside him, she climbed onto his lap. Kane went completely still. Mona settled comfortably against him, apparently unaware of the effect she was having. Her eyes dropped to the glass. "What's that?" "Whiskey." She looked at him. "May I?" "Just a sip." He handed it over. Mona took the smallest taste. Her entire face twisted. "That's nasty." Kane laughed. "You asked for it." "It tastes like someone dissolved a table in alcohol." "That's whiskey." "I'll stick to ramen thank you ."

Kechi was saying as he hurried towards him. The stink of sweat that followed the man’s speech made Bozo pause in his wake and wiped the tear off his eyes. Kechi smelled like urine and vinegar, soaked in a sponge and allowed to lay fallow in a damp room. Was it the goat hide he wore or has the man decided to harbor the dirt of his ancestor? “We’ve spotted the two lepers,”

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.