Stranger Things Steve Harrington Bat Novels & Stories

Liam shot back, dripping with sarcasm. "Don't talk to me like that! I'm your father—" "He can talk to you however he damn well wants," Max growled at the phone. On the other end, there was a sharp, strangled gasp. "That's right. Good to know you recognize me, Mr. Harrington—because the bitch is very much alive." Three seconds of silence passed before Garrett exploded. "What… how…?"

Back in town, Steve drove into the parking lot of Simon’s tech team. He put off the ignition and walked straight for the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, he saw Hillary standing there, already waiting for him. “Another attack?” Steve asked. “You just need to see this.” Hillary replied. They both walked down to the lower level of the room. Zack and Viola were busy typing away at their keyboard. “Here, what do you see?” Hillary asked. Steve stared at the screen for a couple of seconds and said, “Why is the locator in so many places?”

I answer. Harrington lays out two photos and I am floored. I recognize the younger guy and of course, I know the older guy as Henry. The pictures look nothing alike. Everyone is amazed that he changed that much. He has a weird look to him but I can’t place it.

Harrington and the Harrington family. [I just bought a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and I'll drive it there tomorrow, I promise to be as high-profile as possible!] [Those who fail to show up tomorrow will be branded cowards. It's time to unite and send a message to whoever is targeting the Harrington family. The young heir of the No. 1 family in Little Xeottect won't be easily defeated, and we'll prove it tomorrow!] … Amidst the flurry of supportive messages in the group chat, Dante found a glimmer of relief. Turning off his phone, he hailed a taxi to the Stardust headquarters building.

"Maybe my instincts told me how much of an evil you were." His gaze frosted over and he stood up abruptly, making me stiffen in fear. But instead of walking over to me, he stalked over to the tray I saw earlier and he picked up a taser. Then went over to the bed that had a figure curled up in a ball. As if she sighted him, the figure started moving, struggling into a sitting position. It was a young girl with hazel eyes that seemed to have lost their spark even though her eyes had widened with fear at the sight of Steve.

He turned the steering of the car and drove out of the premises of SkyNet company. ****** Charlotte Baker pulled her coat over her shoulder as she stepped down from the Uber and trotted toward the building that she had her eyes on. She looked over her shoulders for the umpteenth time to be sure she wasn't being followed. Satisfied that there was no one following her trail, she stopped before the front door and knocked. The door was opened at once. Detective Randall Harrington had been expecting her. He let her in and shut the door behind her. Inside was warmer. She liked it here. It'd rained earlier and the air outside was still chilly from the heavy downpour.

"You are a Harrington by name now, Spring. Every time you fail to use your brain, you drag my reputation through the mud. You’re lucky the police didn't get involved before I handled it. Now stay here and shut up until the doctors clear you. I have work to do." ​He didn't wait for a response. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, talking to Fanel about a location on the outskirts of the city. --- In an Abandoned Building under Harrington's construction: When August stepped the doors, he found the four thugs from the road chained to the support beams in the center of the room. ​They were already a mess. They looked like they had

He stirred the mixture slowly while muttering ancient words under his breath. Then he took the black stone, pressed it to his forehead, and closed his eyes. “Give me her full name,” Stooper said softly. “Gabriella Hawkins ” Steve replied without hesitation. “And the one she’s bonded to?” Stooper asked. “Simon,” Steve said, and his jaw tightened just from saying the name.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Harvey just pulled harder and harder and it made his neck seem to be choking. "Didn't you ask when I'd ever see you again?" Steve's brow furrowed in surprise. “Fuck, what do you mean?! Get your hands off me!” Harvey's teeth gritted against each other and an entire vein was felt to rise to his head. He really didn't understand the man in front of him, but one thing was for sure that Steve wasn't a good person. “I saw you at Angel's funeral. You obviously know that Angel is dead, but why are you asking like you don't know that? Who are you real bastard?!”