The Steel Man Novels & Stories

Steel doesn't know if he will be thankful or be scared of the man beside him, but there is a resemblance of his face that he can't recognize. "And as for you, why don't you join me? I think someone will go here now, I know you want to take revenge on him. You can do it here," once Steel heard his whisper, it felt like his head went blank and did not even think of anything but to agree. He has been controlled since then, by the witch and now, this man who he doesn't even know.

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

A reporter asked a colleague. “Father, will Blake be here?” Little Olivia asked. “I’m sure he will,” Charles replied, smiling, as they entered the building. Just then, a taxi arrived, and a large African American stepped out wearing a Black Armani Suit. It was John Steel, the construction worker, who was invited by Blake. He smiled at the cameras, but on the other side, no one could figure out who this person was. But seeing he was invited, he had to have some status, so they continued taking his picture. They always say it’s the clothes that make the man. He was a poor man given an expensive suit, and they all believed he was important. It’s funny how society is.

The man went limp right away, dropping like a sack of rocks onto the floor. ​The second guy tried to rack his shotgun, but Kaelen reached out, grabbed the hot metal barrel with his bare hand, and yanked it out of his grip. In one motion, he brought the wooden stock straight down into the guy's face. The man's nose smashed flat with a gross crunch, blood splattering right across Kaelen's cheek as the guard hit the floor hard, choking on his own spit. ​"Calla, cover the door!" Kaelen yelled, his face marked with red, his eyes burning bright gold in the dark hall.

spine-shivering coldness laced his voice. He took time to watch the fear crosses in the man's eyes before he pull Arah by the waist and lead her to the door. Kevin holds Diane and gestures to Riley to follow closely. Steel security suddenly appears from nowhere, making the entire restaurant swarm with fierce-looking men in black suits. And immediately, they rounded the family as they walk to the door. But Luther paused when he reached the man's spot. "No one messes with Luther Steel and lives to tell" he minaciously mutters before continuing to walk with Arah securely fastened beside him. ****tbc****

The strange husky voice said. "Who are you?" I ask, gaining a little bit of my composure back. The gigantic jet-black wolf appeared out of the shadows behind the trees. I remembered him from the forest where I met Leo. He stalked towards me slowly, but then sat down right in front of me. "Hello, my little dancer, my name is Steel. I am here to protect you.” ---

And the neon sign that flashed The Golden Harp in bright yellow. “What do you mean, ‘my bar’?” I asked, and he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. He opened the door for me, and we were met by the happy din of a well-served patronage. It was a cozy little dive with low-hanging green glass lamps, a pool table and a couple of dart boards. The room was half full, and boasted considerably more men than women, most of whom wore the same black leather vest that Patrick wore, marking them as members of the Steel Claw. And that meant I knew most of them as well.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch