Sylvester Stallone Novels & Stories

The Legacy of the Scripted Failure Silas stopped in front of the Legend, leaning slightly forward so his gray, dead eyes were inches from Sebastian’s. "You spent the last decade trying to recreate the lightning that other, better men caught in the seventies and eighties," Silas murmured. "You watched Sylvester Stallone. You watched how he built a legacy out of blood, sweat, and genuine grit, and you thought you could just buy the same coat. But you didn't have the marrow for it, did you?" Sebastian flinched, his jaw tightening. "You tried to launch your own action trilogies," Silas continued, his voice dripping with academic contempt.

Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar." Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping to at least appear like I know what I’m doing. My movements are stiff and awkward—I probably look like a fish out of water. Not that it matters. I’ve never been the athletic type, and looking at the heavyweights scattered around the room, I’m pretty sure I’d need a miracle to even budge one. Honestly, the weights are more likely to lift me than the other way around.

Looking up at him he smirks that evil smirk of his. “ don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling. Swiping a finger across my left cheek with his hand before turning around and walking away. Oh dear goddess this is going to kill me I groan to myself. Walking out to the car I hop into the passenger seat not waiting for them. “ hey I called shotgun??!” Creed pouted stomping his foot onto the ground standing in front of the truck “ No, I called shotgun!” Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger

Alpha Stefano said, his tone cold as he spoke to his friend. “I am sure that I can see her holding the bottle well enough,” he said, smirking at me. “I am willing to pay a thousand for fifteen minutes in a room with her.” He got up before the Alpha could answer, and I watched as he walked toward me. Alpha Stefano stayed on his seat, silently letting him know that he was impressed with his offer. However, I was not.

"I thought you wouldn't work with me? " I raised my eyebrows at him. "Tsk you blackmailed my father, idiot! " He smiled and took a sip of his drink before he talk. "Remember what I told you yesterday, I will do everything to get you back. " he said and smirk. "Ha! In your dreams jerk! "I said and stuck my tongue out. "You know I'm always dreaming about you..... All of you. " 🔥🔥🔥 Huhuhu Sylvester is a handsome pervert.. 🤭😂

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

In no freaking way in hell! “Hyacinth, do not overthink, you bitch. Stop fucking daydreaming. Everything is going to end tonight.” Helen, my wolf reminded me. And I was glad she did. “Are you sure about spending this night with me?” I didn’t realize that I was still standing right in front of the closed elevator door. While he was standing at a distance.Stark naked. And that sight could never be more enchanting. He slowly walked toward me with a deep sigh.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.