Stone Cold Steve Austin Son Novels & Stories

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

My mom grinned and flicked her gaze to Austin, who was standing next to me, “Well, who is this handsome young man?” “This is Austin Williams and we are seeing each--” “I’m her boyfriend,” Austin interrupted me, making my eyes go wide in shock, “It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Lewis,” he flashed her a charming smile and took her hand, kissing it. Wow! “Mr.Williams, what do you do?” My dad eyed him suspiciously and Austin gave him a nervous chuckle. “Well, I’m the CEO of Willams Enterprises. Nice to meet you too, sir.” he smiled, extending his hand. My dad shook his hand, eyeing him up and down.

The Campbells agreed that they would all move forward with their lives but with a new rule: no more secrets. ****************** Austin leaned against the brick, back wall of the restaurant and took a deep drag of his cigarette. The 19-year-old blond boy rarely smoked, but after a service like that one, he needed the nicotine to calm his nerves. It was still summer, but the night had risen cold, and Austin hugged his arms to himself. He was standing by the dumpsters, but all he could smell was the grease of the kitchen and the tang of clean air. Austin had been told before he looked good with a cigarette in his hand. He wasn't sure that was a compliment.

Wade and Gabe shouted in unison, each pulling one of the women into their laps. I laughed, twirling my empty shot glass in my fingers as a dark-haired woman approached me. "Why is your lap empty, Mr.Calvin?" she asked, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Waiting for you," I said, pulling her down onto my lap. "And call me Austin. Mr. Calvin is my father." I pushed her hair aside so that I could rub her smooth, bare shoulder. Knowing that I was recognizable in this club as the heir to a billion-dollar business, it was hard to portray anything but the powerful and intimidating qualities that made me attractive to certain types of people.

After all, he was his mothers son. Meanwhile, the fat man that sent Austin to assassinate Arthur Stark, was sitting in his office. Sitting back on a leather chair as he smoked a cigarette, patiently waiting for Austin to call and tell him the good news. The sound of his phone ringing, had the man grinning from ear to ear. Blowing out the smoke from his mouth, he slowly breathed in the smoke, as he reached for his cellphone on the desk. Sluggishly, he answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for the good news. "Is it done? Did the little brat die?" The fat man whose face couldn't be seen due to the darkness asked, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

“Austin, our families have been allies within the wolf clans for thirty years! Look at my daughter Zora. She's lying in a hospital bed with half her ribs crushed by your son! All because of a lowly human toy?” “Colin's behavior is becoming more outrageous by the day, Uncle.” Oscar Peterson stood nearby, his eyes glinting with unwilling resentment in the shadows. “He nearly brought Peterson Pharmaceutical's stock to a halt over a single woman.” Seated at the head of the room, the old Alpha Austin Rodriguez let out a cold snort that resembled the growl of a giant bear. His weathered, authoritative face was partially hidden behind cigar smoke. Just as he was about to speak, the massive front do

I watched Steve pick up his phone which was right beside him and place it to his ear. He looked back at me. “My men aren’t responding.” My eyes shifted and my claws burst from my fingers. “Lydia,” I whispered. Or was it Ashton? Could he have ambushed my men and taken Austin? Without Austin, I was powerless. I managed to calm down. “Call them again right now!” Steve did and there was still no response. I was not going to stay back here and guess what had happened. “Drive!” Steve kick-started the car and right then, I spotted a car moving towards us.

and yes, Austin is still yet to get married. My sis gave birth to a baby girl, she named her Elizabeth. Victor and I are still very much happily married. I love him and he loves me to. Oops, I forgot a little bit of information. Steve and Eric are behind bars, they were imprisoned years back after anna and I gave them the beating of their life. Eric was imprisoned for raping and destroying a lot of girls life. Steve was imprisoned for duping a lot of rich ladies. Just like I promised, I shared Eric's and Steve money to all the ladies that destroyed their lifes.

A truth… so deep it felt like betrayal. Diego’s pupils contracted. “Briella…” “I’m okay,” Briella said softly, throwing off the covers and sitting up. This time, Diego didn’t stop her. She gripped the edge of the bed, forcing herself to steady. She had to know what her teacher had kept from her all these years. “Austin was my mentor. Why was he expelled?” Steve’s expression changed—he hadn’t expected that. “What a strange twist of fate…” he murmured. “Maybe it was destined.”

Shouldn't he, with such enthusiasm, speak at once of his father? Wait a minute.. I have to pause this conversation between me and him for a while, did he say a cook? Housekeeper, cook and club? I furrowed my eyebrows as I hugged the pillow, wanting to think, but he quickly continued: You know?! Steve sometimes takes me for walks with his friends from college and buys me a lot of gifts.. Who is this Steve? He's Aunt Claudia's son! Uh ! This means that he is Chris's cousin.. I mean your father..