Steven Tyler Young Novels & Stories

Celine had the same reaction. "I am Stefen." "Stefen?" Tyler repeated his movement and again looked at his wife and back to Stefen in confusion. "Yeah... Stefen Wills. William Wills and Fiona Wills's son." Stefen spoke spreading his arms presenting himself. Both the comfortably seated couples eyes widened. Tyler stood up follow by his wife and checked out Stefen from head to toe. Their wide eyes then sparkled and smile crept in both their lips. "Stefen, heeeeey," Tyler opened his arm to hug him and Stefen contentedly accepted. He patted Stefen's back and let him go. Celine also hugged Stefen and rubbed his back like a mother.

I knew it was harder but I can do everything for my mother. I clung his arm and we started walking inside.We met the man in front of the door and I noticed the bad look of the two of them. When we get inside, I smiled at him and I saw he shook his head. “Who is that?” I asked Tyler. "His name is Steven.Be careful of him" he answered weakly. "Ahh okay" I replied. Even though I wanted to asked more about that man, I didn't want to tease Tyler anymore.I know he is not in the mood.

Meanwhile, the others were discussing how to lift the heavy slab. The boy tried to open his eyes and looked at the pretty sister above him. She was really beautiful, like an angel. After a long pause, he finally spoke with difficulty, "My name… is  Steven Young. Mom said it means 'raising the sails to set off.' They… all call me Steven. I'm seven and a half years old…" "Steven!" Britney sat down. "That's a great name! Your mom must love you very much, right?" "M… mom…" Steven seemed to sense something and started crying harder. His small body trembled, and his dark eyes glanced sideways. "Sister… my hand here… hurts… hurts so much…" He wanted to point to where it hurt, but he found that

“How about this? Getting me to hand over Rachel is impossible, but I can take the blame in her place. If you want someone to take the blame, direct it at me.” Steven stared at him as if he had just witnessed a headline-making scandal. “Tyler, do you realize how bright your future could be with your abilities? You’re willing to throw your whole life away for that woman? Aren’t you afraid of breaking your father's heart?”

Tyler's. To be continued...

Tyler replied. TBC

Steven just nodded, as if he already knew but wanted to hear it out loud. The elders started calling him “Old Soul.” He remembered everything. Words he overheard weeks earlier. Names of long-dead wolves he read about in scrolls. Sometimes, he used words I didn’t even know. I should have been concerned. But I wasn’t. I was proud. That night, I found my father and Steven beneath the old oak at our backyard. The stars were out. Steven was leaning against Tyson’s arm, small and still, staring up at the sky. “He’s going to be more than you imagined,” Tyson said without looking at me.

She did not know how to communicate with others, so she just looked at the man with embarrassment. The man standing beside Stella seemed to be heard Kelly's words. He scratched his head and laughed in embarrassment. Kelly, who was standing to the side, teased him with a smile. "Look at you, what's there to be embarrassed about? How can a man be shy?" Steven didn't avoid it. He lowered his head in embarrassment and introduced himself to Stella, "Hello, My name is Steven Tyler. You can call me Steven. Can I call you Stella?" Her name... It seemed that the man had already known in advance. Stella could guess that it must be Kelly who told him.

And their 22 year son Tyrese. *********************************** Enjoy the fast forward.

The taller one barked as he stopped about six feet from us. I spoke first. “I’m Elodie Laroux. By mandate of the new Alpha, I was ordered to return to finish out the school year here.” He paused for a moment taking in the information. “El? It’s me, Jacques. I’m Remy’s Beta.” I tilted my head. “Oh my goddess! It’s so good to see you.” I said as I stepped forward to give him a hug. He scooped me up in a big bear hug and held me tight before letting go. Jacques was Remy’s best friend as a child and we had often played together. Of course, he was 3 shades tanner and a few feet taller now. Also, very filled out, I should add.