Steve X Garrett Fanart Novels & Stories

" Invert both sides and it doesn't make you a double agent it just makes you someone who's ambidextrous for lack of a better word but you are versatile that's one trade that most people who do this job or who are in this business don't have because they pick one and then they stick to one and then they work for one and then they stay there and they don't move or they don't see what else they can do because they are comfortable where they are but you've chosen adventure and that is the most awesome thing you can do for yourself. " " Enough about me and feeling sad how are you feeling and you do know that Garrett is out right he is a free man and he cut a deal with the cops so that means that

My voice, in a harsh, low growl, came out sharp with venom: "Don't step closer, Garrett. Stay away from me, or I'll kill you. Gavin, standing beside me, didn't bat an eyelid. He wasn't afraid of Garrett, not like I was. He'd been here before, seen things I hadn't, but right now, he stood beside me, his posture tense, his gaze wary. He wasn't looking at Garrett with the same recognition I was. He was watching him like a potential threat, and I couldn't agree more.

He even told me about how Liam refused to appoint a new beta after his last one, Garrett, was killed in the last rogue attack of the Rosewood pack. "He blamed himself for Garrett," Steve says, turning his coffee cup in his hands. "Even though everyone told him it wasn't his fault. He just... he doesn't let people carry things alone but he'll carry everything himself and act like it weighs nothing." I know exactly what he means. "He sounds impossible," I say. Steve smiles. "He really is." We sit with that for a moment and it's almost comfortable until— "Some people in this company think their position gives them the right to do whatever they want."

“What do you mean?” Grimkeeper turned away again, walking to a painting that looked far older than the others. It was done in black blood, depicting a war. A sea of bodies. He touched the surface. "I told you that I am death incarnate, Emma carries that part of me in her, Steve. She calls herself a healer but she is also a weapon of death." Steve’s eyes flickered with confusion. Grimkeeper smiled grimly. "You saw what she did to the bull headed creature, Son of Kane, you saw how quickly she killed it. That is proof enough that you do not belong with her."

And laws could cut deeper than teeth. When I arrived, the elders were already seated in a wide stone circle. Lady Margaret sat at the center, her silver staff resting against her knee. Her face was calm. And then I saw him. Garrett. He stood across the hall, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair pulled back in a warrior’s tie. His eyes were hard. Cold. Maya’s brother. Alpha Garrett of Silver Creek Pack. My chest tightened. Not long ago, Garrett took the Alpha crown and chose distance over family.

I looked him over and he was very handsome, he was covered in tattoos and his body looked rock hard, “Hey I’m Steve, Darren’s best friend.” I smiled, unable to answer him, I looked him over and Darren over. They did not look to be similar at all, Darren was rough looking, he always had a smoke in his mouth dark hair and dark eyes, he was big but a lot smaller then Steve. Meanwhile Steve was a lot warmer, he looked safe and comfortable, he had his life in order while Darren was a mess.

I've played nicely. But my wolf is done playing. Then Garrett, who has been promoted to club president, stands. The room goes quiet. Not the respectful kind—the dangerous kind. Garrett's old school Iron Fang, built like a brick wall with silver threading through his dark hair and scars mapping his knuckles. When he speaks, people listen, or they bleed. "We done dancing around this?" His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. Hank, Ashwood’s Gamma and now temporarily filling the Beta role at my side, leaned back in his chair like he already knew trouble was coming.

Only for it to fall on deaf ears. Gary deviously smiles at Xavier. Steve pushes my chair so that I'm millimetres apart from Xavier. Gary begins to run his hand along my body, knowing full well that'll only provoke Xavier. "Stop it! Let her go!" Xavier screams at them. Gary reaches down and begins to play with my core. Xavier attempts to look away, but in seconds, Steve is behind him holding his head in place. Forcing him to watch. “Did you ever wonder why she never wears any under garments?” Gary address Xavier. By the look on Xavier's face, I can tell he's thought about it, but is more concerned with what Gary is doing to me.

Garrett was calling me but I could not believe my eyes. "Jace, are you okay?" He asked me. I blinked my eyes to send the tears away. Instead, it fell through. What was it doing here? Could it be that they knew him? Was all this a plot? I turned away from his room quickly with my heart so heavy. That logo used to be a tattoo close to Diddy's groin. He was going to brand it on me the day I killed him. How did Garrett get it?

Garrett Hunter sat impatiently in his office at the pack house. Although he had another office in his personal residence nearby, he had opted to hold this meeting in the pack house office. The space was as dark as his personality, with walls painted in dark hues. In one corner, a bookshelf brimmed with files, and opposite sat comfortable chairs with a middle table. In front of his desk, there were two armchairs for visitors. Otherwise, the office was sparse. Impatient for his visitor, Garrett demanded an update through a mind link with his Beta, Davies Harris. "He is on his way, Alpha," replied Harris.