Sylvester Stallone Novels & Stories

He said. “So do you want to say anything in the final, Mr.Stone?” Reporter asked. Mr.Akash nodded and turned directly towards the camera looking straight and said, “I just want to say that not a single word I said or acted in these few weeks are true. I never wanted to behave like this at all. If I don’t have this reason, I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” It actually felt like he is looking directly at me and saying this, so I couldn’t help but turn away.

The woman confidently walked towards Megan and freed her from the chains while Xander was silently watching everything. "Who are you and how dared you to enter inside?" He growled at the man but this was the last mistay which he made as the man looked at him and he felt suffocated. His beta was the first one who fell on the grt while struggling for air while Xander was also struggling. "I am Sylvester Stallone, the alpha king." He introduced himself and then looked at Megan who was also looking at him. "Take her out of her." He ordered the worrior she wolf that was holding Megan. The she wolf supported her and took her out of the dungeon while Sylvester looked

“This isn’t an act of pity. I am just helping an old friend. It's the only way I can have you as close as I can. “ “I googled you. “ She blurted, making me smirk. She had been thinking of me too. Good. “I found nothing on you. “ I walked closer to her and leaned into her ear, “My name is not something you will find in any magazine or online article. I hate attention hence why I am a silent businessman. “ The biggest fucking gangster in New York had no business appearing in a simple fucking G****e search.

Ryan stopped and looked at that man with widened eyes. “You need the energy to start your day. College day is no joke,” Slyvester said while blocking her pathway. From behind, Chaylen and Terban were surprised to see how fast Slyvester is. But Kyle and Vincent, who already knew that Sylvester was a track & field champion in his high school day, weren’t shocked anymore. “Just have this,” Sylvester said before he offered a white bread. Ryan looked at the bread and back to Sylvester’s face. “T-Thanks,” she stuttered.

Luke stormed to Deck 17 to meet his grandpa, Benson Sylvester. Yes, he was the one and only Lucien Sylvester, the most notorious man in the city. His bad reputation had earned him the nickname of a devil. As such, all the bi*ches flocked to him like bees to honey. But he didn’t need them at the ripe age of thirty-two. He needed a genuine woman, a woman who could handle his children and his reputation. He needed someone selfless who wouldn’t choose him for his wealth.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

He made sure the news about Annie's did not circulate, trying everything possible not to let Alex have an idea about the dismiss of his mother, but Alex still got a hold of the full information ten years later when a journalist reached out to him. He had just gotten to his office when his secretary told him one Mr Raymond wants to see him urgently, at first Alex was reluctant to see anyone who had decided to hide his identity, but on a second thought he decided to see the man in question. "What do you want?" He asked, not bothering to look at whoever was standing in front of him as his eyes were glued to the file he was reading. "Iam here to discuss something that might interest you" Mr Raym

Kent suddenly closed the laptop and I flinched. "You remember now right?" Stallone said. I just kept quiet and calm. I couldn't care less of what happens to me next. After all, I'm the only one I have. "Speechless?" Stallone asked. "Yeah it's me. Any problem?" I said, with an I don't care attitude. "So you confess to your crime?" He asked. "Sure. Whatever." I replied. "I'm done here. Come on Kent, let's go." Stallone said.

And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair. “I take it this is the human your trackers found?” He says grimly as he approaches us. “Unfortunately, yes.” He looks up and does something of a double-take. “Alpha Raul,” he says, sounding both surprised and amused, making me assume that he’s yet another one who knows that Raul and I are sleeping together, “apologies, I didn’t see you. What brings you out this way?” He asks with a slight smirk, his blue eyes dancing.

"Is there a man named Robert Fuller in the Silverton prison system?" Sirius shook his head. "I'll find out immediately." "I already know. He's in Silverton Second Detention." Stanley stepped forward. "Draconox Special Envoy Stanley Draxler. Greetings, Mr. Stone." It was the first time Stanley had formally acknowledged Oscar face to face. Since Stanley had answered the question, Oscar gave him a brief nod. "Why are you still following me? Is Boreas looking for a fight? Did he send you to arrange one?"