Chevy Stevens Books Novels & Stories

It didn't add up. And then there was what he wrote—stuff about seizing what you want, about taking the first step. "Rea?" Steve's voice broke through my thoughts. "Did something just click?" A cold wave washed over me as I met his gaze. "Do you think it could be Wayne?" Steve stared at me, clearly shocked. "What makes you think it's him?" Then, a flicker of recognition crossed his face, like he'd had the same thought. I told him about what I found in Wayne's journal. Steve's expression grew darker, and he was quiet for a long moment.

Ezra growled. Stevens looked like she was trying to put it all together in his head but then he started looking pissed off. Realizing that he was getting used at the same time he was getting cut out of a lot of deals that Webber is making. A lot of money that Webber is making. “Wow. He really is that fucking stupid.” I said, looking at Ezra. But Stevens raised his gun higher and pointed it straight at me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I said.

Julian’s POV Somehow, the fact that Stevens killed Randy is both shocking and entirely unsurprising. Given what little I know about him, I’d definitely expect him to try to bulldoze his way through problems either with money or, in this case, with murder. But something about him waiting to reveal this until now is off. Stevens sits back in his chair, a smug smile on his face as if he just showed off a winning poker hand and is prepared to take the pot. Which I suppose he sort of has… in a way.

Steven was determined not to mess up Henry’s plans. After all, he was one of Henry’s trusted men. His approach to dealing with rumors was a world apart from Sam, the former chief assistant. Instead of controlling the narrative, he simply let things run their course. A few half-hearted warnings wouldn’t be enough to keep people’s mouths shut. “Alright, I’m done chatting. I need to deliver some documents to the CEO.” Steven smirked, his face full of smug satisfaction, looking every bit like a small-time opportunist who had just struck it big.

EVERLY's POV Steve’s car smelled like the kind of money Spencer had spent his whole life pretending to have. Heavy, expensive, and suffocating. I leaned my head against the leather, watching the Chicago skyline blur into a messy smear of neon. Behind us, the Sterling Estate was shrinking, along with whatever was left of Spencer’s dignity. "You’re quiet," Steve said. He didn't look at me. He kept one hand on the wheel, looking as bored as if he’d just finished a routine meeting instead of a declaration of war. That was the difference between him and my ex-husband. Spencer needed to scream to feel powerful. Steve just needed to exist.

Phil kept staring at Travis, hoping he wouldn't hear what Steven said. While Travis was keeping Steven company, Alexander wanted to accompany Steven, but Steven refused. Steven prefers to rest alone and does not want to be disturbed by other souls. While he walks into his company, he makes sure Travis is no longer waiting. Steven approached his secretary, who was writing on a piece of file paper. "How is business going?" Steven snapped his right finger at her, alerting her to the fact that Steven had returned. As she was about to respond, two staff members emerged from their office, and Steven rested his hand on Helen's table. "Fine, you have a lot of bookings," she said, her face flushed an

I did not dare to delay and quickly followed Matt to Steven's office. "The boss is waiting for you inside," Matt informed me and left. I knocked on the door and slowly entered the room. Steven is sitting at his desk with a severe face, occasionally frowning as he looks through the pages of documents. His figure exudes power and charm. "Have you seen enough?" Steven doesn't look up at me, but he can still see I'm peeking at him. I quickly turned my gaze away. Only then did I realize this room was full of books. It was arranged in an arc, like in ancient times, looking a bit mysterious.

He doesn’t want her dead but in so much pain that she will wish she was dead. Steven sat on the floor resting his head on his bed when three men in black clothes and masks barged into his room. He was stunned and couldn’t talk because of the gun pointing at him. One of them walked toward him knocking him unconscious. Steven was driving towards the apartment when he saw two black Range Rover drive out, he wanted to chase them but he got stuck after seeing the special plate number only the security of Alex McCollum owns. “A-MCADT-100452” he whispered as he got stuck on his wheel not knowing the step to take……

He’s holding a book, and glances up only when he nearly walks into the playpen and notices Mia within it. “Oh. Hello, Mia.” He looks at Beau and me. “Beau. Chloe.” “Steven,” Beau says. “Hi, Steven,” I say. Beau returns to his corner seat, and I sit nearest Mia. Steven takes the seat on the other side of the couch. “Do you mind if I watch television?” Steven asks. He closes his book and places it beside him. “There’s a show I want to watch.” “Please,” Beau says. “It’s fine,” I say.

Steven frowned. “Yeah, I want to know, Stev,” Zach asked. “What’s life like for you over there?” Zach asked again. Steven fell silent for a moment, as if considering how much he wanted to reveal. “I’m not as great as General Lee,” he said finally. “And my life isn’t as luxurious as you imagine.” Zach clicked his tongue. “Come on. Don’t be so modest. I know you’re no ordinary person.” Steven gave a faint smile, “Alright. I’m just General Lee’s assistant in the business world.”