Steve Hilton Novels & Stories

“Valerie, I…” “Mrs. Blackthorn,” I corrected, not unkindly. Boundaries first. Friend or not, now was not the time for us to be friends. If anything, she gave me every reason not to want to be her friend. Then: “Walk me through why you missed these.” I turned the draft and tapped the waterfall paragraph. “Temporary oversight… stabilizing operations… ninety days. That’s control by stealth. How did it get past you? And do not tell me that you didn’t know of them, Maxine. You are a lawyer, and I did not hire to be by my side to make this sink.” She swallowed. “It read as standard. We’ve seen similar tiers in…”

This was going to be his death. And I needed to make him squirm each and every moment of it. "I'm listening," I told him in an icy tone. Patrick got to his feet, coughing. "Hilton Industries remains among the industry's top leading companies. With or without the financial issues, we do have a good base, and with the right investors—" I raised my hand to interrupt him. His brows crinkled.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

Perhaps, a frat colleague? Panic surged through her. What if he told Donovan? Her heart pounded in her chest. Hilda noticed her reaction. "What's wrong?" she inquired, concerned. "It's Standfast," Boma whispered, subtly gesturing towards his direction so Hilda could see him. "He's one of Donovan's trusted right hands. You must have come across him." Hilda glanced over and saw him. "Yes" she confirmed. "But, listen, you should not still be this way by the end of the month, or all this is for nothing. Calm down."

“I’m not sure that’s really something you need to know about.” “The nurse asked me. I didn’t know the answer. Kate had mentioned a guy named Steve when we’d met, but I didn’t know about their relationship.” More lies. My Catholic mam would’ve beat my arse if she’d heard how many lies I’d told tonight. “Steve?” Henry’s nose wrinkled. “The only Steve I know is Steve Winkler. Pretty sure he’s gay, though. He plays the flute.” “What does him playing the flute have to do with his sexual orientation?” was my question.

"For Harrison, what is the difference between father and son? My father has taken his pack away, just like Eligor, the only difference is now Eligor controls his family. Who would you side with?" "Until we have reason to believe otherwise, we are going to trust Harrison." Levi says and the other warriors nod but I can see the doubt in their eyes. And they should doubt it, it's a ridiculous plan. "I need you all to keep Harrison's whereabouts a secret, only those within this room plus Alpha Abaddon and Beta Gene know of this plan. Harrison has found that there is still a traitor among us and we don't want to risk his safe…" I can't stop myself, I start laughing and Levi is forced to stop talk

We met up in my office not too long after breakfast. Charlotte insisted on pushing his wheelchair around the pack house. Creed didn’t mind though, he said he was too good to be pushing someone around all day. I made sure to tell him not to tell Charlotte that. “ So first what’s your name? All I know is you are Charlotte's brother” I started the conversation because they didn’t seem to know what to say to each other really. “ Well I'm not sure if this is the same name she remembers but I’ve always been called Henry. If they used my name, here the past few years they’ve used anything but.” He finished looking towards the ground as he spoke playing with his fingers.

She said and led the way. * * Steve Baldwin was sitting on his mini bed. In his mini room. His eyes looked a little sore, showing he hadn't slept much. He couldn't bring himself to sleep. He was restless. Throughout yesterday afternoon till now, his mind has been in a huge dilemma. The offer he had gotten from the strange man yesterday had been on his mind. Before him, lying on the bed, was the bundle of 1000 dollar notes the strange man had given him next to the business card. He hadn't touched the money yet. He was staring at it tiredly, his both hands supporting his head. He studied the business card for the umpteenth time. It had a name and a phone number on it. A name he had done a litt

his deep voice rolls across the room. “Good evening,” several voices of men and women respond to him. “First, allow me to introduce myself properly.” His eyes scan the audience for a few silent seconds. “My name is Adam Hilton. I’m a global hotel investor and the CEO of XyleX Biotech Labs. And yes…” he pauses, then suddenly gestures at me with a half-smirk, “that extraordinary woman standing there is my wife.” My stomach twists so hard I nearly bend forward. Heat shoots to my face, to my ears. I grip the mic so tight my fingers almost smash it.