Stranger Things Steve Harrington Bat Novels & Stories

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

Sarah briefly told him what she remembered. “Mindy showed up.” “Her again.” Zachary’s voice turned icy. Sarah lowered her head, as if she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. After a long silence, she asked, “What about Steven?” “He still hasn’t woken up. He was hit in the back of the head. My people are repairing the dashcam footage. I found a hacker from Maritonia. He’s been in Steven’s office for two days already,” Zachary said. Sarah immediately understood what he was trying to do.

"You ruined me! I'm going to make you pay!" I took a few steps back, calmly pressing the emergency button on my watch. "Mr. Harrington, killing me won't change the verdict." "I don't care," he roared. "If I'm going to hell, I'm taking you with me." Just then, the screech of tires filled the air as several black SUVs swarmed the parking lot. Doors flew open, and a team of armed men jumped out. Leading them was Matteo. He wore a long black coat, his eyes as cold and sharp as a razor's edge. "Drop your weapons. You're surrounded."

Harrington knows my true identity. After everyone introduced themselves, we got back to our seats to continue our duty. Before going back to her desk, Tasha stopped and stared at me for a moment. “You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?” She asked and stared at me. “No, I’m sure this is the first time that I ever met you guys” I’m really sure that I have never seen her before. “Really? Oh, maybe I was wrong” Tasha said, maybe she thinks that I look like the actress Cassandra.

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!

"Talking to your imaginary friend again, Detective? Aren't you a little too old for that?" "Aren't you too old to believe in fairy tales like werewolves?" Steve holds a baseball bat and swings it from side to side in front of him. "Do you like to play baseball, Detective?" Harley's body shook in the air from her laughter. "You finally got a woody! HA HA! Good for you." "You're a real smartass!" Steve approaches Harley, hitting the bat on his hand. That's close enough; I step out from behind the pallets. "FBI, drop your weapon, Steve! Step away from the Detective." Every inch of me is begging him to take another step.

By this time, the children had disappeared from sight again. "Shit! When next they come around here, you're going to get down from the car and talk to her. Just make sure you bring her into the fucking vehicle." "What? What if someone sees and recognizes me?" "That's why you have a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. It's not like you're spending the whole day convincing her to come with you. Be a fucking man, goddamnit!" "Fine, fine. Jesus!" Steve mumbled. It turned out that he didn't have to wait too long, because, in the next five minutes, Harper and her friend appeared again.

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

Gary snickers. My eyes grow wide in fear. Anxiously anticipating what they're planning. Steve reaches around and grabs something off the tray. I keep my eyes focused on them, trying to figure out what they're planning. Steve looks at Gary, as if waiting for a command. Gary simply nods, and before I can realize what's happening, there's a plastic bag over Xavier's face. Steve pulls on the bag, over Xavier's nose and mouth, instantly suffocating him. I scream out in horror. They'll kill him!