Steven Stone Cosplay Novels & Stories

Mia exclaimed enthralled. “I guess, we had the same idea,” Linc explained and raised an eyebrow. There was Steven. He was a vampire. I felt a little bit disappointed, because he didn’t guess what my costume would be, because we didn’t have the same idea. But it wasn’t his fault. How could he tell what I was going to wear. But still... “Hey!” I exclaimed and he smiled, putting his hand over my shoulder. “Ready to party?” Steven asked all of us.

“Well, this Alpha-to-be of the StoneClaw pack, does he come with a name?” And Bravo, I have won yet again. He changed the topic, and now I forced him to change it back to what I wanted. Elodie, you bad bitch. I praised myself as I focused on the man before me. “Every man comes with a man. He goes by Steven StoneClaw.” “Steven StoneClaw.” He tasted the name, deep in thought. “Ever heard of that name in the Alpha’s family before?” “What are you trying to imply, Luna Elodie?”

Grabbing me in a tight hug. My name is Atlas Moun. I am 19 years old and I am the Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack. I was in my office going over my current pack reports when my phone began to ring. I picked up my cell phone and looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Alpha Drake from the Lunar Eclipse Pack calling. "I wonder what he wants?" I asked myself as I picked up my cell phone to answer his call. "Hello Alpha Atlas. Speaking, how can I help you, Alpha Drake?" I asked.

"Xavier, I swear I'll kill you" "Wow, I mean wow. New matters arising, Jason?" Stone laughed in disbelief "Jason? Standing for a "non-Rose?" It's Stacy, we are talking about here. I thought you were no fan of ladies" he laughed the more. "Laugh all you want! My mind's made up" he walked away from the table when Stone halted him with his words. "Seems you have forgotten Crystal. I haven't, I still have the clip" a sinister grin lured on his face

I asked, glancing around to be sure that I hadn't imagined the hall was filled up earlier. A loud bang shook the hall and I crouched in fear, heartbeat racing faster. "What the hell was that?!" "F-Fireworks ma'am," the thief replied, "Mr Stone is presenting a birthday gift to his mother." "What kind of gift sounds like a fucking bomb?!" I hissed, storming towards the hall exit. It didn't take long to find the crowd, or Adam Stone himself. He stood right before everyone, smiling so wide, I barely recognized him. His mother and sister had their arms wrapped around him and everyone around cheered and hollered, clapping like they had just watched a show.

"Just be there. *** I slip into our quarters, the clock ticking past 2:55 p.m. Dropping onto the sofa, I wait, the anticipation a subtle thrum in my veins. Margo's routine is a precision drill – gym, home, shower – and today's no different. Today, though, we're gearing up for more than just her post-workout cool down; we're preparing for a trip to New York City. A trap set for Preston. The door swings open, and Margo steps in, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She halts mid-stride, eyes darting across the room to where I sit, disguised and nearly unrecognizable. Her body tenses as she backpedals slightly, confusion etched into her features. "Uh, excuse me, but who the hell are you?" A chu

"Trust me on this one. Stone is not going to let you out of his sight for a single second tonight." That statement turned out to be a massive understatement. Stone found me the exact second my sneakers hit the bottom step of the wooden stairs. He was leaning casually against the far wall, wearing his own full leather vest. He held a cold bottle of beer in his large, tattooed hand, looking every single inch like the dangerous, powerful president that he was. The moment his dark, intense eyes landed on my body, they lit up with a sudden flash of something deeply possessive and incredibly hungry. It made my breath catch in my throat.

I watched him walk toward us with a black canvas hand bag slung over his left shoulder and a suitcase in his other hand. Physically, Steven was a genetic aberration: he stood one meter ninety-two of pure lean muscle, with shoulders so broad they made the terminal hallway look narrow. His dark blonde hair was cut close on the sides, leaving a textured upper section, and his eyes, a deep bottle green, shone with a lucidity that bordered on arrogance. He had a square jaw, marked by a perfectly trimmed three-day beard, and sharp, gray eyes that contrasted with his dark hair, which was messily tossed in a careless way. But the most goddamn maddening thing wasn't his typical stupid athlete's body

And there he is, Alpha Stevens himself, lounging on a fancy couch, sipping wine like a villain straight out of a cheesy mob movie. “Alpha, she’s here,” one of the warriors announces, shoving me forward so hard I stumble and fall to my knees. “Kneel before the Alpha!” another warrior barks, as if I have any choice. I shuffle onto my knees, glaring up at Stevens. He looks almost the same as he did years ago, except his once-blond hair now has streaks of silver. The only sign of aging on this smug asshole.

The Stone Group was one of the most famous and powerful groups in Carrivile, so it was no surprise that Steve, the young master of the Stone family, had been invited to this party. And if he was attending this party, then it was not strange for Levi, his driver, to be at the party as well. Perhaps because of his identity, Levi just stood in the corner alone, with a glass of wine in his hand. He didn't socialize with anyone, nor did anyone approach him to talk to him. So, she looked around to see if his boss is around before approaching but to her surprise she can't find anyone around him. When she can’t seem to find Steven Stone, she then resolved in her heart that Levi is representing his b