Steve Harrington Gifs Novels & Stories

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Harry rolled his eyes, “Steve, just tell us what you want to announce. I know you have been dying to tell us.” Harry grumbled, making me glance towards Steve, who gave him the finger. “Now, it’s never a surprise.” Steve crossed his arms, acting like a child. “Steve…” Harry threateningly called his name, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Fine! I won these free tickets online, and I need two more people to go with me to grab my prize….”

Season 2 Starts: Victor was in his study, his hands trembling as he drank another glass of alcohol. Olivia’s absence was like a huge wound, and no amount of alcohol could numb the pain. He was about to pour himself another drink when his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it at first, but the nonstop ringing forced him to pick it up. “Hello?” he snapped; his voice rough. “Mr. Harrington,” a voice on the other end said urgently. “There’s been an accident. Olivia... she’s in the hospital.”

I needed this so much that I was willing to take the risk. “How can hugging my wife be embarrassing?” I pulled my head back just enough to look at his face. “I don't want others to…” “I don't care what others think, Jessie.” He had proven again and again that he didn't care, but I couldn't stop myself from putting him back on that pedestal. It didn't matter what I thought. He was still Stephen Harrington. He handed me a glass of iced water, and that was just what I needed. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

I answer. Harrington lays out two photos and I am floored. I recognize the younger guy and of course, I know the older guy as Henry. The pictures look nothing alike. Everyone is amazed that he changed that much. He has a weird look to him but I can’t place it.

A booming voice rang out, then a 50-year-old man in training clothes swept down toward the raised platform in a steep dive. He stomped down, and spiritual energy burst out from within him, forming a violent storm that swept outward and blasted everyone off the platform. Streams of energy tore through space as one expert after another was sent flying. They slammed hard into the ground and cried out in pain. "It's the head of Harmony Sect, Steven Harrison. Why is he here already? What is he trying to do?"

said Steve. Luckily Harriet understood Steve's and me's persuasion. She didn't cry, and instead she stomped my finger to accompany her to walk again. Harriet's cheerful laugh slowly rang out. When Harriet had regained her confidence, Steve and I decided to sit down. Harriet occasionally comes up to me to ask for the banana slices I mix with the yogurt. "Seeing Harriet reminds me of someone." Steve spoke as he wiped the corners of Harriet's lips from the yogurt. "Someone who is a childhood friend of mine. He has the same face as Harriet. Sean... Is Sean really Harriet's father?"

I answered and smiled at her. “By the way, I am Tasha, I am the team director here in the CEO’s Office. I am here to give you this, it’s the schedule of Mr. Harrington for the whole week. He just fired his former secretary the other day, so you have a lot of work to do now” She explained. What he fired him? Damn! Mr. Harrington looks like someone whom you cannot mess with. I should really do my job well. I get the tablet from Tasha and thanked her.

“Mr. Harrington will be joining us shortly. He’ll make his selection himself. Please be ready.” Gasps followed upon hearing that. Even the girls who’d been pretending to be calm sat straighter, fixed their hair. Someone whispered, “The Bryce Harrington? Oh my gosh!” Kimberly on the other hand, frowned upon hearing the name. Mr. Harrington? The name stirred something in her chest. She’d heard it before. Probably in one of those business articles or on the side of a high-rise billboard. Billionaire CEO, Media mogul. Fashion industry shark.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"