Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

Are you too old to play in a ding dong ditch? Okay, I must have a reason. I have no justification for being here, and I have even less justification for running. Avoid being the film's first victim; avoid being the film's first victim. I turn back and try to recapture some of the liberation I experienced earlier. Steve is standing there holding a sizable bowl of candies while wearing a white T-shirt and flannel pajamas. I try to resist the thought of how cute he is. Such thoughts can only result in further suffering.

I’d rather lick a dog’s puke. “Nickolas,” Steve calls from the next cubicle. “Pancakes after work?” I shrug, “sounds good.” Steve is a chill person, one of those unproblematic guys that only care about eating and farting without making any sound. The office is busy today. Phones ringing, printers printing, Gracie-Clumsying and answering calls with that professional tone that still sounds like she's annoyed. She doesn't look up at me once, which is annoying. Not like I want her attention or I like it.

He looked sheepish for a minute but then smiled. "I'm glad you're so good in bed," Stacy said, "Cuz I don't keep your around for you brains," she said. Steve grinned widely and winked. "So you're smuggling a python, eh?" he asked, looking at Duncan. Duncan chuckled and shrugged, still not one to brag. Steve laughed then, heartily. "My man!" he said, turning and raising his knuckles for Duncan to punch. "You got a snake in your boot?" he asked.

He hoped that his boss Steve Lee, a man with an extraordinary status, would trample Harvey to death. But Steve quickly approached Harvey, all the while trembling in his boots, so much that he almost fell flat. He glared at Brock, wanting no more than to choke the fool to death. ‘What nonsense is this bastard spouting?!’ ‘If I offend this man, I won’t even have a burial place for my body!’ Before Harvey could say anything, Steve hurried forward and slammed his knees on the ground under everyone’s startled stares. Brock was stunned! Stacy was stunned!

LIA’S POV The morning had started beautifully …at least, that’s what I thought. I woke up to the smell of something burning, though the scent wasn’t entirely unpleasant. When I got out of bed, I found Steve in the kitchen, shirtless, humming off-key as he tried to flip pancakes. “Really?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You don’t even know how to cook properly.” He grinned without turning. “Who says I don’t? These are special…made with love.”

But how will I deal with all my problems ? Out of nowhere an idea pops into my mind. I suddenly pluck out one of the candles from the table. It won't be that bad. Let me see whether this can help me. I stretch my right arm and tilt the candle slowly. I wince and fist my palm as the candle wax falls on the warm skin of my arm, causing a stinging sensation in the area. Tears start to form in my eyes as memories of my high school life flash through my mind. People calling me stutter boy, nerd, worthless, stupid, disgusting. I hear it every day. And I know it's true. I'm worthless and disgusting.

he asked as gently as he could, feeling worse when the guy flinched. “I was walking back to my place after a night out with some friends when I come across his scent, it was like nothing I had ever smelt before” Steve said with a shudder, remembering the way the scent of crocus’ and lavender and Pure Omega had wrapped around him and dragged him down the street. “I followed the scent into an abandoned house, a vampire den, I almost ripped the place apart until I found the door down to the basement. He was there, trapped in the corner. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen” he whispered around the lump in his throat.

"He's so picky when it comes to food. I don't know what to do anymore. He won't eat bread if it's not toasted. No fruits unless it's in puree form." "Ew Danick, you eat puree?" Antara cackled. "You're making him blush, stop it." Palmer said to Antara but was eyeing him. June did notice the big pink spot on both his cheeks now. It was funny. Just the few minutes she's spent at this table, she could tell her best friend and her mate had something. They shared something, something deep. Something only mates shared. And she instantly felt envious. "Danick, what do you do for a living by the way?" June sought to make conversation.

Tara stuttered, still not fully out of her trance, "I'll...I'll go to my room. Would you come in thirty minutes?" "Yes, sure" The cheer in Venetia's voice at this hour of night was staggering, making Tara forget her own torment to wonder about Venetia's secret to energy. She walked back to room, not minding the elevator, delaying what had to be done. With a slow creek when she opened the door, his neck turned to gaze at the peeper, only slightly before realizing it was her. His body faced the French window that now remained open, allowing the coldness to freely seep through, carrying the acrid smell of his cigarette away. It had to be the first time she had seen him smoking, and just like sh

“No, master, I —” “Remove your panties and hand them over,” Hawk said as he lifted his fork again and sliced into the steak. Blood welled up from the cut, and he brought the meat to his mouth. His gaze never left her face as he chewed, savouring both the rare steak and the look of terror on her face. “Now, cupcake.” Her thighs pressed together under the table. She hated herself for it and hated the wetness already gathering. She detested the way her body lit up at the name he only used when he was about to undo her.