Yankel Stevan Novels & Stories

he joked, giving me a dazzling smile. I nodded my head, letting out a soft giggle. “You have their permanent ink in your arms.” I noted the ink peeking out of his fitted black tee. It almost covered the entirety of his forearm. The red band which extends in a vertical line of the ‘K’ of the wordmark ‘Yankees’. An Uncle Sam hat that hangs on the baseball bat above a baseball. A Yankees fan knows the right colors by heart, and Dad is one hell of a Yankees fan. Since the old man is so stubborn to go find a date, I would accompany him every game, which turned me to a Yankees fan as the time passed by.

Soren finally spoke and his sound was worse than his demeanour; in one single word I could hear the pain, the panic and the haunt in his voice. “You should be thankful. I’m letting you hold my last name because of Evelyn. Why can’t you be like her son? Look at Remi for goodness’ sake. Take a fucking sheet from his book and act like it! You’re leaving now… and just so you know, it’s the military rehab — the ones meant for athletes like you. So get down now. I’m driving you to the fucking airport myself.”

Noella seemed to have only gotten into university as she still had an innocent and naive air around her. Hendrick chuckled. “The master is quite famous in Skyriv. You know him too.” “Oh?” Michael looked curious. “It’s Keagan Yale, the one people call the Ironhand.” Michael widened his eyes. “It’s Master Yale!?” While he exclaimed, an old man no more than 1.65 meters tall walked in with his hands behind him. “Master Yale.” Hendrick got up to greet him courteously. “No need to be polite, Mr. Whitman Sr.” Keagan smiled with the loftiness of a master.

I stated flatly. “I met him,” she whispered, her voice losing its sarcastic edge, dropping into a deep, raw pocket of pure regret. “He was Caleb Knight back then to some of my international contacts, but here, he was Yamelyan Radov. A rapidly growing, incredibly sophisticated millionaire who seemed to understand the global shipping sectors better than anyone I had ever met. He was charming, Evelyn. He was the perfect, attentive gentleman. He had this elegant, educated baritone voice that made you feel like you were the only person in a room full of hundreds.”

Stevens came to know Shawn. Mr. Stevens smiled and replied, “Shawn seems to be getting weary from the flattery. He’ll soon find a spot to sit down. I’ll hook you up and introduce you to him when he comes over.” Hank beamed. Grateful to Mr. Stevens, he raised his glass and said, “To you, Mr. Stevens.” Mr. Stevens clinked glasses with Hank and took a couple of sips of wine before glancing at Jessica suggestively. He said to Hank, “Ms. Yates looks beautiful tonight. Mr. Brown, you’re one lucky man.

He then shouted, “Yelena, hurry up and apologize. Don’t make this matter any harder than it is! “Stevie, same to you. Don’t you wish that this incident would defuse?” Tim was terrified at this moment. Yoel Graham called him and gave him an absolute order, saying that he must solve this matter perfectly for Mr. York. Otherwise, he could go home and start farming. It indicated that Mr. York’s identity was definitely someone that Tim could not afford to provoke. He initially thought that everything had settled since it had escalated this point. However, he never thought that Stevie and Yelena would make such an act.

Zane was like an immovable mountain unaffected by the strong gusts. Before him stood the adversary. A young man in his early twenties, dressed inconspicuously in a casual suit, wore a faint smile on his face. With a tall and handsome figure, he was the target of the Yanker family's mission—Alexander Kane of Ol' Mare. "You killed my nephew, Ian Yanker?"

Looking up, I saw Samuele smirk. “Hello again.” I nodded once more, not out of rudeness, but because these pancakes were absolutely incredible. They might have been the best I’d ever tasted—or maybe it was just because I hadn’t eaten all day. After I finished my delicious pancakes, the man who rescued me spoke again. “This is Stefano, Luca, Samuele, and Ciro. You’ll be seeing them a lot,” he said, pointing to each one as he said their names. I didn’t like the idea of being in a room full of handsome men.

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

"No. That can't be true!" Yankel scoffed. "Why can't it be true? The only woman I've ever loved and the only one I've ever been with is Samara. I have only one son. As for Lawrence, don't you know who his father really is?" His icy stare seemed to cut right through Xenia. She stared at Yankel, her eyes wide with shock. "No! It can't be true. Back then…” "I wasn't even home then. Do you really not know who was there?"