Steven Stone Cosplay Novels & Stories

She looked toward the source of the noise just in time to see him jump off the last few stairs and land gracefully on his feet. He was wearing blue basketball shorts and a white-and-orange striped sleeveless hoodie. His light blond, almost white hair was still damp from his shower,andhis amethyst eyes looked directly at her, the excitement in them barely contained. With his straight nose, full lips, and boyish but strikingly handsome face, her son would make any woman go crazy over him in the future. Leonard Stone was the spitting image of her, except for the eyes and hair. He was still a bit on the leaner side but boys his age usually were. She knew his body would fill out when he got a bit

I spin around, hoping I look as natural as Elle from Legally Blonde as my heart shatters. He walks closer to me, and boy does he look like my dark wet dreams. Kevin Stone has always stood all man, chiseled in just the right places, bulky at the right angle, and so fine. Long legs, broad shoulders, ripped torso, lean arms, and big rough hands that would do sinful things to you if you just got close enough.

Steve had his hair brushed back, and he wore a face hat as well as a nose mask when he was in character. Because of the way he is dressed, it is impossible to discern whether or not he is working as a security guard. Within a matter of minutes, Steve and Shane were able to make their way out of the restricted area. After being inside the building for several years, Steve felt his mood rise the moment he set foot outside the structure. He gets the sensation that he has been in darkness during this whole period, and that now is the very first time he will be free from all of the bondage that the darkness has placed on him.

He was dressed completely in black, with a jacket cut oddly, otherworldly, even. The look on his face was that of a lethal warrior, descending to wreak havoc on unsuspecting mortals and maybe he was just that. I certainly didn’t know what else he could be. Stone’s eyes were blacker than ever, as they took in the scene in the room. His nostrils flared just before his eyes dropped to my leg, telling me that he smelt my blood before he saw the wound. As he advanced into the room, I realized that despite clearly recognizing him, he looked different. His face was sharper, his cheekbones could cut glass, and his mouth looked fuller like they were holding a bunch of razor blades hidden inside, inst

As he stepped forward, I felt my breath catch. Similar to the stylists, he was wearing a mask made from some kind of stone. His wasn’t the white and gold veined marble of the staff, rather a stone so black it seemed to absorb all light. Two eyes peered out made brighter by that strange stone. They warmed slightly as he took in the crowd. Sweeping his arms out, he stepped up to the dais.

Charles continued, his tone very calm. "After all, you spent 103 thousand dollars at the mall yesterday, all on luxury goods." Howard's face went pale. "How do you even know that?" Charles' gaze was cold as he responded, "I'm Ariel's fiance. I naturally won't allow anyone to bully her." This only shocked the guests even more. Was this really the legendary Treyist who had renounced all worldly things? Had they really heard him correctly? Michael, feeling indignant at being exposed, sneered. "Aren't you a Treyist, Charles? Shouldn't you be free from all desires and worldly cravings? And yet, here you are, clearly after the Kingstons' fortune."

He wore dark shades and black clothes. "Wow, spotted us rather quickly," James said as he came out of his cover and walked towards the vehicle. "Sheesh, what do they feed them?" Michael asked as he stood up. He walked slowly towards the SUV. "Stone Cold Steve Austin" as they now called him pointed his ugly-looking gun at them. "Whoa!" They both yelled and raised their hands in the air and stopped walking. The door of the SUV opened and Kynes himself stepped out. He wore a dark long coat, with a black turtleneck sweater. A 9mm was stacked to his side. Stone Cold was beside him, walking towards them. His eyes were black and empty as ever.

But his immense strength and steady presence feel like a sanctuary I never want to leave. I finally let my guard down and trust the bond. The bedchamber doors swing open, and for a long moment, my lungs forget how to pull in air. Stevens steps into the ambient light of the corridor, the rich, midnight-blue silk of his formal Moonsong Guild robes whispering against his legs. The fine fabric clings to his broad shoulders and narrow waist as if tailored by the Moon Goddess herself, plunging slightly at his chest to expose the smooth, glowing skin above his collarbones. The delicate moonstone embroidery along his sleeves catches the light, making him appear as though he is draped in pure starlig

But Nolan didn’t stop them either, and that unsettled her more than if he had. The makeshift tattoo setup was in a side room off the bar, half storage, half workbench. Bottles of ink lined the shelf, a gun sat coiled with wires, and the smell of rubbing alcohol clung to the air. Clearly, the Vipers had used it before. Ashley pulled on gloves from the kit, her hands trembling only a little. Ace shrugged off his shirt and sprawled in the chair, all muscle and ink and lazy arrogance. “Try not to get distracted,” he drawled, winking.

Put your hand back, right where it was. I nervously smile at him and I rush upstairs and wear a black pair of jeans and still keep the black t-shirt that I am wearing. When we walk outside, we find General Stone standing on his lawn with his bags. His black bomber jacket making him look larger than usual. He's tall and heavy muscled, just like his son is. He's like an older version of Scott. “Kyrah, how are you?” he greets when he sees us coming his way.