Steve Harington Novels & Stories

she asked her younger sister. "No. But his aura is—" "Like the aura of a werewolf, you mean?" interrupted the man casually as soon as he finished taking off his shoes and closed the door of his apartment, extending his right hand to Veronica, who was still motionless in her place. “Gavin Brooklyn. I'm Steve's subordinate. You know him, right?"

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"