Steve Harrington Hot Novels & Stories

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

Maybe then I’ll truly be happy. With a tight chest, I asked. “Who…who am I supposed to sleep with?” “Zane Harrington.” The name alone made something in me curl. “Captain of the hockey team?” My eyes blew wide. “I thought he had a girlfriend. He’s into men?” John flashed a soft smile. “I guess he wants to explore.” My brain still glitched. The swimming team and hockey team had been at war for as long as I could remember. Those cocky bastards always looked down on any sport that didn’t involve smashing people into rinks.

Perhaps a bit of OCD. The wait through the few minutes to breakfast didn't seem like such long time as Amy was overly excited this morning. Finally there is good news to tell pessimistic Lily. Thoughts of their would be conversation during Steve's birthday dinner gave her butterflies in her belly. This time, she is going to defend her husband as she is armed with recent facts to drive home her point. "What are you doing sitting there?" Jack's foghorn like voice thundered from the entrance of the Dinning room.

"Well, he is quite famous, and his name might ring a bell. His name is Jace Harrington, the hockey star." "What!" My heart and my jaw dropped simultaneously. The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.

“And who’s this? A new face! Are you folks finally upgrading your staff, or did you run out of options?” Heat crept up my cheeks as everyone burst into laughter. Maggie leaned closer to me and whispered, “That’s Mr. Harrington. He’s a regular here, a big deal in the business world. Owns one of the biggest hospital chains in the country. But don’t let that fool you he’s as laid-back as they come.” “Evelyn,” I introduced myself, trying to match his energy. “And I’m definitely the ‘run-out-of-options’ hire.” Mr. Harrington laughed, the sound hearty and genuine. “Quick wit! I like that. Well, Evelyn, I hope you can tolerate the likes of us regulars. Maggie here has been trying to get rid of me f

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.

He knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. Mr. Harrington looked up, surprised but quickly masking it with a smirk. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Sterling. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Mr. Sterling removed his mask, his eyes blazing with fury. “You think you can threaten me and get away with it? I’m not afraid of you, Harrington.” Mr. Harrington leaned back in his chair, his expression smug. “You should be. I have the power to ruin you, Sterling. One wrong move, and you’re finished.”

A cold pressure built beneath his sternum, growing heavier with every second of silence. "No. Not yet," he muttered, shoving down the panic clawing at his throat. "Call him first." His finger moved to Atlas’s contact, ready to hit the call button when two drunk girls stumbled his way, giggling loudly. The smell of cheap vodka and strawberry lip gloss hit him before their voices did. One of them, the brunette in a glittery bikini top plopped down beside him, practically draping herself over him. "Rowan Hotshot Harrigan," she slurred, running a hand through her damp hair, "why are you sitting here all alone looking all hot, mysterious and miserable? Come dance with us."

"You're literally only two years older. Chill with the old man act." He chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair like I was still a little kid. "I've got practice," he said, grabbing his hockey bag. "Text me if you need anything, alright?" "Aight, Captain," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. Kai Mercer, captain of the Briar Ridge Eagles. Golden boy on campus. Stupidly hot on the ice. And unfortunately, my stepbrother. The same guy I kept having filthy dreams about. I really needed to get my shit together.

I felt my belly button like he was still inside me, and my cheeks burned with a blush. Moving on to entertainment news, movie star Honey Harrington was seen lodging at a five-star hotel with her lover, who is suspected to be the CEO of the multibillion-dollar company X. Wolfe around 1 AM this morning… Way to go… As if my mood wasn’t already bad enough. “Please change the channel,” I said to the driver. “Yes, miss.” Honey Harrington suspected to have an affair with… And it just kept getting worse regardless of the radio channel.