Steve Harrington Hot Novels & Stories

"Mat, how can I girl from a small town find me, and you can't find her." "I think she should be my damn tracer." "I have an advantage; I have big bosom." "And you do have." There she goes and drives me crazy again. My body is out of control when I am around her. "Come sit here, baby; I want to hear all about your trip over here." "Oh, it was so fun. I came up with one of the truck drivers from the bar." "A what?!" "Truck driver, his name is Steve." "Did this Steve touch you?"

Liam shot back, dripping with sarcasm. "Don't talk to me like that! I'm your father—" "He can talk to you however he damn well wants," Max growled at the phone. On the other end, there was a sharp, strangled gasp. "That's right. Good to know you recognize me, Mr. Harrington—because the bitch is very much alive." Three seconds of silence passed before Garrett exploded. "What… how…?"

A top student, leader of the ice hockey team, and a cute young man who has every lady's panties dripping just at the sight of him. I'm not making things up, I've heard a few girls say that a lot. Even in the face of embarrassment, I still didn't fail to notice how hot he looked today. How he stood out in the crowd with the most perfect height, sexy physique, and fuck! Those honey-brown doe eyes. Those eyes that would have me undressing with just a glance. Jason looked like he'd been carved from sin itself. Perfect, hot, dangerous, and utterly unreachable. "Hey, Jason."

Nicholas, Jacky, Cindy, and Farrah were calling, but I’m not answering any of their calls. Eventually, I chose to just turn off my cellphone and went to the airport. But I was surprised by the number of reporters waiting for me to get of the taxi cab. “Ms. Cherry, what can you say about the trending issue that you are the third party in the relationship between Logistic Band star Rexon and Hannah Monteverde?” I adjusted my shades and skipped them. I also couldn’t escape Rexon’s fans, who shouted at me without opening their mouth but saying that I would grab them.

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

“Now these Harrisons will not be spare anymore.” Everybody was giving their comments, and Steve furrowed his eyebrows in surprise when his own brothers praised him emotionally by comparing themselves with him. He turned his head and look towards Skylar, who also has a look of pride on her face. “Yes, brother-in-law, your plan is outstanding and full proof. The greedy Levi Harrison will definitely take this bait, oh I am so excited that I can’t wait to see them destroyed.” There will be no one as excited as Evelyn to destroy Harrisons, in fact, much more than Steve and Skylar.

“If he ever escapes his fan club.” “Is this the line for Reagan hugs?” a deep voice said from behind her. She turned and grabbed Steve in a bear hug. He returned her hug enthusiastically. She couldn’t help but notice how great those strong drummer arms felt wrapped around her body. Even though the concert had ended two hours before, he still wasn’t wearing a shirt with his low-cut leather pants. “Are you two having a guitarist meeting over here?” Steve asked. “I noticed Dare has erected his invisible barrier of cool to ward off the ass-kissers. I hope you don’t mind me crashing your private party.” “We’re just talking,” Reagan said.

Harrison’s shoulder, desperately checking on Valeria's position. Meanwhile, on the other corner of the grand venue, inside a quiet, dimly lit hallway near the luxury restrooms, Shawn Sterling was pacing back and forth. He held his phone tightly against his ear, his face completely serious. His voice was low, deep, and commanding as he spoke to the person on the line.