Steve X Sodapop Novels & Stories

Nevertheless the drink or whatever he called it was awesome, I took more sip as the taste washed my tastebuds. “Do you like it?” Justin asked as he observed the way I rushed the drink. I belched out of the blues. “I am sorry about that but this drink it's awesome” I responded smiling. Truly the drink was amazing. “Then it's official, I have good taste in everything” he announced loudly while staring at me. I adjusted in my seat right after I found a stool and stretched to place the cup. “Steve, I observed you both have been around together lately and it should be none of my business but I am curious, do you guys have anything going on?” He asked me to look serious.

I asked putting my hand on my hips and trying not to laugh "Drink." he said like a seven year old I rolled my eyes and poured in the popcorn and covered the pot. I put away the box. Xavier took out a big packet of chips and cold sodas from in the fridge. "You want pizza too?" he asked me taking his cell phone out his pocket It was a really cool phone which was a top hit in Italy called the Ocean Tidal. "Xavier are you trying to make me fat?" I asked sarcastically "Popcorn, chips, strawberries, whip cream and soda is enough to make me gain one hundred pounds!"

They had become close friends. Steve smiled and revealed his dimples. "Sussie. I just met her," he said and shrugged. Her mouth became wide open. "Hold on! That makes them how many? A dozen?" Steve could not help but laugh. "Come on, babe! Twelve? That's way too much." Rhoda smiled. "Hmm." "Do you want to go out? Just the two of us?" He asked. She looked at him and smiled again. Steve was good looking. Very. And his dimples? They even appear whenever he talks. Oh, no! "I'm sorry…," she said and raised up the book she was reading. "I have to finish this today."

" She said. Her voice was still manly and deep. "Zat hurt Jen. Howshit goin' pretty lady?" "Oh, you're drunk Stevie. I would've wanted to talk to you about something, but how can we do it now?" "Immat dat drunk Jen. Wha wouldja want to talk to me bout?" "Well, we need to put some coffee inside you, something black and strong. Bartender, one large coffee please! Black no sugar!" After drinking the coffee and getting himself the full exposure from the beguiling creature that was Jennifer, Steve seemed to have gotten himself out of the drunken funk. She had his full and unwavering attention and anything she said he seemed to take to heart…

Shay made a face, “If you mean, short, wet, and stupid you could be talking about my brother’s dog. But sadly, there were no bumping uglies back home. I’m dying for a good night out. I would say, let’s get out of here and hit the club. But I don’t think that it would be good for the peanut. I’m telling you, Mandy, I wore out Magic Steve!” Mandy’s face blushed, “Isn’t that the one you got last Christmas?” Shay didn’t even miss a beat, “Hell yeah, it was almost twelve inches of thick blue dick that was rechargeable. Magic Steve will certainly be missed, but alas, he will also be replaced.”

Jake was holding a medium sized Bluetooth radio with a collection of favorite hit songs. I almost forgot he used to dance together for a crew during our fresh man. Though i couldn't remember how the story went all i knew were some rumors that i hadn't paid attention to it up to now. Word had gone around that Steve came from a mega billionaire drug and business family and i don't remember all the parts being that i was naïve and i didn't even know who they were referring to. All that tie i didn't even know if it was true. I never really listened to rumors being that i was always locked up in my room studying, crying or just sleeping. Or reading a novel. Perhaps he was wondering if i knew and

The silhouette of a well-built man moved and walked towards me. Is that Andreas? I tried to look at him intently and realized that it wasn't Andreas, but a strange man I didn't recognize. "Evening, miss, Vanessa." The man's voice sounded deep in greeting, his face I didn't recognize. But he looked very friendly to me. "Who?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I watched the man quietly. He extended his hand toward me. "I'm Steve, miss." I took his hand in silence. "I am the son of the Simpson family. Son of Abby Simpson, owner of Jfood Corp." He introduced himself in more detail.

I could see the outline of his smirk even in the darkness. “You look awful, Ayla,” he said, taking a long swig from the beer bottle. I watched the liquid disappear into his throat, my own body screaming for something—anything—to quench my thirst. “Honestly, I thought you’d give up by now. You’ve always been so weak. Pathetic, really.” I wanted to say something back—anything—but my throat felt like sandpaper. Nothing came out except a faint rasp. Steve noticed and chuckled. He set the empty beer bottle aside and reached into his pocket. A moment later, I heard the crinkle of plastic, and he pulled out a cold bottle of water. The sound of the liquid sloshing inside made me nearly collapse with

Steve said, supporting her, while Megan just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “I need some water.” Steve said as he got up and went to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. He settled back in the chair, dropping the bottle of water and cup on the stool beside his chair. He poured the water into the cup and began to gulp it down. Just as he was still gulping his water down, Veronica suddenly asked another question. “But does your Alpha have a son though? Any kids that you guys are friends with?” She asked.

"Oh, Xavien, I am so happy for you two. But do I even dare to ask what is wrong?" "She is pregnant, Steve." "Pregnant? Did you say pregnant?" "Yes, I am going to become a father. Can you fucking believe that? I, Xavien Caruso, is going to become a father." Steve goes silent for what seems to be a few uncomfortable moments too long. He has sensed that there is a but in my voice; there is something that is not letting the joy come through with the laughter that is held there. "But what is wrong?" "What do you mean?"