Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

He screamed, trying to get away, but at the same time, the small nails he sat on kept moving under his thighs, his hands tied to each side of the chair. “This will hurt like a bitch, greet the devil in hell.” I winked at him before turning on the machine and putting it in his stomach; the sound of flesh tearing and grinding filled the air. He kept screaming; his intestines were out, some of them grinded already, but he was still breathing, probably one of the worst forms of slow death a person can go through, nothing he didn’t deserve anyway. 🎀 Chicago 7-Star Hotel “Did you find them?” I asked Tony, my right-hand man and personal assistant over the phone as I tapped on the elevator ground a

In a drunken haze, Steve couldn't help spitting out his darkest desires. He chuckled darkly against his baby girl's slit, nothing on his mind but pummeling that young cunt silly. Somehow he knew he would never get another chance. It was now or never. “Step sister. Just like you’re my step daughter, baby girl. A tiny, little fuck will help take the edge off. Daddy can’t help it. Your ass is so fucking big and round. It calls to me, baby. Daddy needs it and that tight cunt of yours. Just this once," Steve slurred, drinking Serena's wetness straight from the source like it was vintage wine.

One of the other security asks; "Where is Steve" "Somewhere in the cave back there." He grabs my shirt and says; "We got to go and find him." I rip his hands off my shirt and says; "I saw the gash on his leg, and it was massive. I also saw a human skull in the cave. The teeth of whatever is in there are almost dinosaur-like teeth. I tell you now that if you go back in there, you are not coming out. Steve gave his life so that I can get back here to give you his message. It was to get out of here and do not go and look for him."

It had felt almost impossible but he went though with it. The Black Hound had put on a grey uniform with a name tag that read "Steve" and began cleaning the offices. Steve worked diligently, wiping down desks and emptying trash bins. He didn't mind the repetitive work, as it gave him time to think. He also liked the fact that he was in a position where no one would notice him or even suspect him. He took mental pictures of the parking lot and found an anomaly. One particular vehicle did not belong in the parking lot. The Black Hound noted an old blue Camaro.

It was the Friday before the Columbus Day holiday and Steve was excited. Jasper, his neighbor’s son, was coming home from college for the weekend. Steve had his first, and only, homosexual experience when he drove Jasper to college in August. Staying in a motel with only a king sized bed, the two found passion with each other.

Elder 1- the humans are having an incurable sickness because of people like you who fucks other men. Steven was so fast I missed it, the next thing a heart was dropped to the ground, Steven pulled Cody off the table and into his arms. He took deep breath then turned around. Steven- let me introduce myself again. I am beta Steven and this is my MATE Cody. I will not stand for it, I will kill the lot of you before I let anyone disrespect him!

He had another thing in mind which is way interesting than anything else for his world: food. Grabbing hold of the leg of the whole roasted chicken on his plate, he ripped it apart from it's body nastily. He held the drumstick near his nose and sniffed it's scent, filling his nostrils. Drool came out from the sides of his mouth as he feasted on the food before him, like an ancient starved Viking lost in the sea for months. Some students were eyeing him for his lack of etiquette, but he didn't care. "Damn, those people do sure know how to meddle too much."

I knew he was in love with me and interested in only me. "Well…" I started, then I went on to tell them everything. I started from when I started drug dealing and went on to how I got fired by Alessandro to how I went back for the job which resulted in a series of events after that. Surprisingly, they listened attentively and didn't interrupt as I told them about Alessandro coming back for me on my twentieth birthday and how I lied to them about it. I also told them about how Professor Mark's real name was Romano Luciano and that he was also in the mafia. Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand.

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"

The smell of motor oil and decay filled my nostrils, mixing with the metallic scent of my own blood. In front of me was Steve, and seeing his face clearly for the first time since last night in the alley made my jaw clench with rage. He was shorter than I remember, with greasy hair and cold eyes that reminded me of a snake. His cheap suit was wrinkled, and cigarette smoke clung to him like a foul cloud. He was extending his phone in front of my face, the screen glowing bright blue in the dim warehouse light.