Steven Collier Novels & Stories

Steve snapped. I was stunned by Steve boldness.Fuck!I saw the way angry sparks flew between the two men as they locked gazes. “What are you expecting from me? An apology?” Jake asked.“More like you should get lost, right now!!!” Steve yelled.Jake chuckled.“Steve Callahan. 24yrs old, a pending quarterback for the Miami bulls. Son to a well known republican and also a chronic playboy. ”Steve was astounded. He stared at Jake with disbelief in his eyes.

I frowned when Jeremy looked away. "Please don't leave right now. We know it's all hard to take in but we promise we're not the bad guys. Just stay until the reception is over and I promise your entire family will be back to Texas safely." Helena persisted. "I don't consider you the bad folks. My brain can't wrap around the new information it just discovered. My best friends for years are werewolves and I never noticed anything strange." He shook his head and looked between all of us. "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but Aaron. This rat is getting annoying!" I turned around to find Dave clinging onto Christian's arm. Christian clearly looked annoyed with how many times he pushed Dave away.

Alpha Stevan patted George's shoulder very hard and many times after he threw his gun. "It's incredible, completely beyond my expectations. I never expected to meet the son of my father's killer and I even gave him a job." George's eyes successfully rounded. He did not expect Alpha Stevan to know when he and Diana had kept the facts tightly hidden. More precisely, when did the man know? Don't tell him....

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

With that, he gestured to his men and ordered, "Seize him!" The two soldiers standing behind him stepped forward, about to capture Liam, when all of a sudden, Steven stepped out from his hiding spot in the nearby restaurant. He had enough of this, and would not tolerate any more of this atrocity! "Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than a second lieutenant, and how dare you use your power against innocent citizens like this? How dare you even attempt to get Mr. Cole arrested?"

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

Robbin finally pulls out a light to counter Steven. "I'm not here to argue about how my past looks or how my present looks. We can talk about it after tomorrow. For the most part, expose our names in that area. "You can be useful there," Steven says as he hangs up the phone. "I had a feeling he'd call. "Can you see where he's going?" While speaking to his colleagues, Steven turned off the television. They nod in agreement. Phil feels sorry for them because they have all been in this race but have suddenly switched sides.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Charlotte inquired. "I was on my way to visit a friend," Steven replied. "Really? What is his gender?" Charlotte asked slowly. "Ha ha, it is a male friend named Ethan," Steven clarified with a laugh. "Is he unwell?" Charlotte questioned. "Not in the least," Steven answered. "Then why are you going to see him?" Charlotte inquired. "Well, he was once my colleague, but he has since been dismissed," Steven explained. "How unfortunate. What was the reason for his dismissal?" Charlotte asked.