Sylvester Stallone Novels & Stories

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

Sylvester replied. "That's better. This is such easy money. Poor girl thinks she's saving the life of your cousin sister, not knowing she's making us rich. Who will tell her that I'm your fiancée and not your cousin? It's ridiculous that she fell so easily." He heard the female voice laugh. "You are such a great actor, you know, right? You deserve awards. I think you should consider a career in Hollywood." Sylvester continued to talk. "First, you acted as my cousin, sister. Now, you are acting as a dying patient. She didn't even notice anything."

As the lenses zoomed in, billions of people around the world held their breath in front of their screens. They saw the legendary, cold-blooded tyrant of Wall Street. The disfigured billionaire they had once called a "monster." Sebastian Sterling was covered in soot and blood, his black tactical coat in tatters. His signature silver mask had completely shattered, holding nothing back as it exposed the terrifying burn scars on the left side of his face to the entire world.

Let's see how much strength I still have. "Yes. I was waiting for someone to open the door! But it seems like you're busy with your ass!" I slammed the door open and stepped inside. The first thing I noticed was a man—probably 250 pounds—looking like an absolute pig. Thankfully, I don't like pigs. The person on his knees seemed to be the actor we were here for. Tyler Kingston—one of Hollywood's rising stars. A perfect body, model-like facial structure, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Nothing unique, but he had an aura.

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

This was all bullshit anyway. "Let's go with…" Sloan paused and grinned. "A man with the body of Channing Tatum from Magic Mike and a smile like Zach Effron." Sloan laughed to himself at the cheesy description. "Oh, and he should have a cock that's eight inches or bigger, and he knows how to use it." Sloan held up a banana as a visual and winked. If his boss were here, he would be fired for having this conversation at work, but what the hell, the rich guy asked.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Her gown was getting wet just at the sight of him. "Out of twenty who wished to join, only seven passed. Impressive," Sylvester spoke, his eyes mostly attracted to Griffin. He must be the one his wife admired. "What's your name, big guy?" He gave Griffin a snobby look, standing close. "Griffin," he replied shortly. "Cat got your tongue? You got no fucking surname?" Sylvester spat. "You must be the Don I've been waiting for," Griffin tilted his head a little. "Yeah, I'm the Don. Do you have something to tell me?" Sylvester snickered darkly.