Steve Harrington Scoops Ahoy Novels & Stories

"Don't think you're some god who controls everyone. Even a bunny bites when it's cornered." "Oh, I look forward to it," Hernan said with a smirk, just as the announcer's voice boomed, signaling the start of the match. Steve was fast, precise. He took control early, inching closer to a win. Hernan clapped, thrilled. "As I thought, he won't disappoint." But the closer Steve got to victory, the more my anxiety spiked. My palms were sweating, and I felt an urge to run to the bathroom. I shifted, but Hernan's hand clamped down on my shoulder. "Stay put. You're about to see something incredible."

"Bring the lady the best scotch we have. Only the best for my new partner." He sat down, leaning forward. "I'll be blunt. This acquisition of Apex Med? It’s not just about a company. It’s a test. The board is watching. Whoever wins, Ryan or me, gets the keys to the Harrington kingdom. The loser gets the scraps." "So?" I leaned back, crossing my legs. "That’s a Harrington family feud. Why involve me?"

Eilidh POV I rolled my eyes but pulled out my phone anyway. “Fine. Just tae see if karma’s doin’ her job.” Cat scooted closer so she could see my screen. Within seconds, we were both scrolling through the Hollywood gossip feeds. It didn’t take long before I found it, a headline in bold letters: COLE HARRINGTON’S ON-SET MELTDOWN: INSIDER CLAIMS ACTOR’S BEHAVIOR IS ‘OUT OF CONTROL’

Steve wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful chest. Ralph Smith addressed the group. "Folks, we're in for a real treat today. In case any of you've been living in a cave for the past couple of months, you need to know that our high school football team is undefeated, and much of the credit for that goes to this young man, Steve Hammer, team quarterback.

Not just once or twice, but continuously, like a swarm of angry bees had taken up residence in my notifications. My heart skipped a beat, then started racing double-time. Fear seized my chest like a vice. Had Nico posted something? Had he released the videos? Was I about to watch my life explode across social media in real-time? I grabbed the phone with the speed of light, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. My thumb fumbled across the screen, unlocking it to see… Not my name trending. Jace's. "HOCKEY STAR JACE HARRINGTON NAMED COO OF HARRINGTON OIL"

"I asked you first." "Doesn't matter." "Okay," Steve groaned. "I'll say the first letter and you'll say yours, okay?" "Okay." Steve exhaled. "It's a H." Liam's heart skipped. "Same here. Mine's also a H!" "Okay okay," Steve said, excitedly. "We'll both say it at the count of three." "Okay." "Three, two, one..." "Hiccup!" "Horse!" "What?" Steve's face drained color. "Hiccup was written on your paper?"

Useful intel, I know. Later on, they were dismissed and settled into two groups. Remington was with Michael and three other guys whose names I'd never bothered to learn. I glanced at the other team and scoffed. Trevor Harrington. The biggest asshole of the century, right after Kevin. I didn't even bother looking at his teammates; they barely piqued my interest. Suddenly, the room fell silent. I looked back at the court and saw Remington and Trevor on either side of the coach. He held out the back of his hand with something on it.

They looked like they had stepped out of a Men in Black movie. “Mr Harrington", they bowed to Stephen, taking their place on the table. In a few hours, the entire room was teeming with people trying to find the proper way to make the problem go away, while the world was eating away at both the Harrington and Moore groups. ‘Step down and give the company to Tiffany before you destroy what Timothy spent his entire life building. You don't deserve to have it." Stephen snatched my phone from my hand. “I told you not to read the comments."

The booze was flowing, and the DJ was killing it. "Alright, the main event just stepped. Everyone, please welcome the newest CEO of Harrington Holdings. Nicholas Harrington." The crowd erupted into cheers, and everyone stepped away, giving them space as the light shone on them. Mary tried to shy away from the crowd as she could feel everyone's gaze on her, but Nicholas didn’t allow her. Instead, he pulled her closer by her waist. They killed the light, and the DJ resumed his music, and everything was back to normal. Mary spotted a waiter going around with shot glasses, and she picked up one as he passed.