Sylvester Stallone Novels & Stories

my words got stuck in my throat. “She is stuttering,” he took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. My eyes traveled through his perfect muscular built bare body, and went wide over the wolf tattoo sitting on his right chest. I was suddenly stunned and transfixed by it. “Are you scared that you will throw yourself at me?” He moved intimate to me.

He exuded strength in a way that I’d never seen in another man. “There’s something else about him…” Celeste murmured. She was right, but I couldn’t quite place it. “Little wolf, I don’t have time to be out here all night, trespassers come with me” he grunted. “He’s big, there’s no way we’re getting out of this in a fight. I say we make a run for it, he won’t be as quick as us” I muttered to Celeste. This guy had so much muscle weighing him down, I was confident he’d hardly put in for the chase. It seemed Celeste agreed.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

I stand up and walk around the boulder we've been sitting behind, Chris and Steve flank me as I clear my throat, "I've heard enough, I'm glad I was here to stop you from doing something I'd regret Stacy." She spins and runs towards me, "Brad, thank the goddess, help that man there is going to rape me." I look at who she's pointing as I hold my hand up to her to stop, " I walk by her to the man she was pointing too, "is that true Stacy, or is it true he is your fated mate?" Her hands on her hips and her smirk fades as her eyes widen at me, "no he is not, he is a low life rogue and does not deserve a prize such as I." She looks at her maincured nails as she smiles sweetly at me.

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

“Now that you mention it, I’m usually too busy staring and drooling over all those eye-popping muscles of yours to worry if you measure up, because you’re beyond any standard scale.” “How many beers have you had to get so much honey to drip outta your sweet mouth?” She knocked into him with her shoulder. “You are forgetting a couple of key points, Mr. Negative.” His lips twitched. “What’s that, Pollyanna?” “Most guys in Hollywood are short. These days few guys are as big as the old action stars like Dolph Lundgren and Arnold Schwartzeneger.” “Yeah? What about Vin Diesel?” “Don’t distract me by making me name specific actors who don’t hit the six foot mark.”

<><><> By now, Tiger's skin is unrecognizable with bruises and burns, wounds and blood, but he was still smiling as he stared into space. It's been a while since he experienced pleasurable pains, and it feels too good right now. The tortures stopped already, Toyota and Lambo are already out of the room. Just Taylor and Sylvester left with him. He suddenly faced Sylvester. "Hey, what's your name?" He asked with bloody lips "You're f**king headstrong" Sylvester smiled, and he laughed. "How'd I end up as the boss of my clan if I'm a simpleton" "I'm Sylvester. You should know since you'd become part of us soon anyways" Sylvester replied.

I asked as I set the reports down and motioned for him to sit down. "Sylvester Katz owns a club down in Los Angeles," he began, and I rolled my eyes because I already knew he owned a club because I had been to it. "He is 38 years old, six feet tall, and his bank statements state that he used to have quite a lot of money but that in the past few years he has begun to go into debt." He went on. I raised an eyebrow in his direction. Is this all Alex discovered on him? "What about buying girls, trafficking them, or having a criminal record?" I inquired.