Steve X Captain Tankmen Novels & Stories

Aria said, getting up with the help of her clutch. I was still seated outside the mini cafe with a soft drink place in front and my phone in my hands, typing to Steve. “I've gotten to her” I texted him but no reply yet. Steve said he wanted to speak with Xanthea and convince him to help his business, which was not the case because Steve was already well off. While I don't know his actual goals were, I could assume he needed to use him to expand his pack. Xanthea is well known as the alpha with the most members, which consist of able soldiers and a wide range of land. I bet that's what Steve is aiming for.

What kind of emotions did I even have towards Maxton that were making me act so out of line like this? ‎“Hey,” a voice said. I looked towards the direction to see who it was, and it was a hot guy. Steve, I guess his name was, and he happened to be the popular captain of the football team. A well-known fuckboy, but he was effortlessly hot, and from what I’ve heard, he was really good for a one-night stand. ‎ ‎“Hi,” I greeted back as I downed another cup of alcohol. ‎ ‎“Talia, isn’t it?” he asked while I nodded my head, forcing a smile.

He said, a small smile showing on his face. “Kirsty, I need to talk to Tank about something, do you mind waiting outside sweetheart?” “Hang on Ink, she hasn’t met anyone yet, can I introduce her to some of the Old Ladies first?” I asked. “No problem, Tina is out there and I’m sure Bella is too.” “Great, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I took hold of Kirsty’s hand and pulled her out. “Why did you tell him?” she asked, “I didn’t. You did baby when you called me James.” She looked confused. “Nobody calls me James anymore. My road name is Tank and that is what I am called by everyone. Calling me James showed him that I trust you and you’re mine.” I explained.

Steve said dreamily "They're ordinary" Levi said "What the f, bro" Steve said Steven's excitement and confidence about his brother finding a woman himself and him finding a woman for his brother plummet, it was as if the bubbles in his heart burst with him hearing the sound "Pak" " What did you just say, Steve" Levi asked Steven was very scared of his brother, not just because he is the current helmsman of the Stone's Family and also the head of the Stone's Corporation but because of his cold aura and ruthless way of punishing those that offend him. So, he quickly replied him "I said humph"

“I’m not some wilting fucking flower. I put you and Steve on your respective asses.” That same voice reminded me I’d almost gone catatonic when McKenna had talked about her experiences in captivity, that I’d almost broken down just making fake women to pretend to sell. I shoved it to the back of my mind. There were women, real women, out there who needed my help. Tom couldn’t do everything I could. He sighed and dropped into his chair. “I know you’re not. But we’re talking about a shootout, not a parking lot brawl. Can you even use a gun?”

"You're not still a virgin, are you? Wait… you've absorbed ability user energy at least once—don't tell me—hm!" He seemed to realize something and widened his eyes in surprise. "Don't say anything, Ray! Just don't!" Steve buried his face, utterly flustered. Damn… Alexander was a fake saint, but Steve truly had the potential to become one. No wonder he seemed so at home in the Zimtam Outpost. Their ideals aligned perfectly. Just then, the man following the footprints of the woman in red finally entered their view. "Ray, someone's coming!" Steve tensed.

My stomach dropped into a cold, endless void. Across the small expanse of my dorm room, Damon was standing beside my desk, sifting through the messy stack of bank statements and policy printouts we had assembled for the scholarship review board. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, exposing the dark ink of his tattoos, and his dark hair was disheveled from running his hands through it in sheer frustration. For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth.

Atlas asked, his voice deathly quiet. Tank stammered, his eyes darting nervously. "I... I was just messing with your brother, Cap. You know, about the post..." "I don't remember asking for your commentary on my family," Atlas said, taking another step forward until he was inches from Tank's face. "Or my personal life. Keep your mouth shut, Tank. Or you're running bleachers until you vomit blood. Are we clear?" Tank swallowed hard, his face turning pale. "Crystal, Cap. Sorry."

Dr Steve got up and welcomed me with a warm hug, “Max! It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too, Doc.” I proceeded to introduce John to him. “This is my friend, John Rhodes of the River Moon Pack. John, this is Dr Steve Grey of-“ “I do know Dr Grey, he’s a legend.” Both men laughed as John extended his hand to Dr Steve who took it and both men shook hands warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Dr Steve.” “Same here, Mr Rhodes.” “Please just call me John. I’ve heard a lot about you sir and I have to say, a good job well done.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”