Chevy Stevens Books Novels & Stories

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

Am I doing better or worse than the ones that came before me? Beta Stevens is quiet whenever he sees me and the Alpha together. His eyes always flicker between the two of us, like he’s trying to examine our interactions. Alpha Stone doesn’t seem bothered by this, but it causes me to feel extreme pressure because I don’t want to get thrown back to Mr. Black. Beta Stevens was talking to the Alpha about something in the office while I sit in one of the chairs, zoned in on a book that I had picked out. I never had much time to read back at the academy. I didn’t realize how entertaining books could be.

To Levi's misfortune, Steven yelled at him in a heavy voice, "Where the hell did he go? Huh? Where is the person I asked you to send to pick up Abby?" "Didn't he pick her up?" Levi's lips trembled with confusion and fear of Steven's mad. Sighing exasperatedly, Steven mumbled, "I should have told her in person instead of trusting the internet!" They reached the ground floor. Steven took every step rushingly. Levi also went along with him. "You! Leave alone for the mistake you made!" Steven voiced rudeness starting the engine. "Boss!" Levi disappointedly looked at Steven leaving in the car until that car disappeared into the distance.

I stepped out toward the truck, squinting under the morning sun, and spotted Steven leaning against it, a bottle of water tipped at his lips like he was modeling for an advert. He spotted me and smirked—that slow, condescending kind of smirk that suggested he knew something I didn’t. I resisted the urge to growl. Or throw something. Or both. I didn’t know what his problem with me was, but I was getting real tired of being the target of whatever power trip he was on. “Justice,” he called lazily, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “You’ll drive. I’ll ride with the load to ensure everything stays balanced.”

“Do whatever you want. All my relatives are dead anyway.” Steven pulled out a bunch of fries like he was making conversation. He smiled. “Are you pretending you don’t know, or do you really not know? You still have family back in your hometown. You just chose to forget about them. I was deciding who to visit next. Now I don’t have to think too hard.” Victor’s eyes flew open. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Steven’s tone stayed light. “Don’t forget where you are. This is East Coast. And I happen to work for Zachary Reynolds.”

That was why Steve had been able to plan everything. He slipped his ID onto Chester, replicated the same dog tattoo on him, staged his own car accident, and then arranged Chester's death afterward. In this world, as the host, he could easily manipulate every player's judgment. Chester looked at me with utter confusion. "Who's Hayley? W-What are you even talking about? I'm just a ride-hailing driver. I don't know what you're—" "A driver?" I let out a cold laugh, pressing him further. "You can't even drive, dude. You don't have a driver's license! If you really know how to drive, go ahead and show me a reverse parking right now!"

As Leah has left to the house, Menchie is kicking to her actions but she has done the brick “this is the best way to be happy as Larry rather than to see with Steven who is her under the counter the gold man. Steven prepares himself to visit his friend. A few minutes after, Menchie calls him over the phone, she lets the cat out of the bag to him; Leah has gone to her home town. In response, Steven is sinking down to his heart. Instead he will visit to his friend, he has less than no time to decide; to take his nap on the bed nor to visit him. While lying to his bed, the rain has back to the square one with cool wind which has passed to the window. Chapter 2- Friend

CHAPTER 123 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ Steven sat in his office, flipping through the pages of his grandfather’s book. He read through everything again and again, trying to find a loophole or a way they could stop the Half of darkness without harming Gabriella. He finally made it to the missing page. He stared at the page for a moment, then flipped past it and through the empty pages until he was at the end of the book. He examined the last page for a moment and noticed a brown stain at the top left corner of the page. He brought it closer to his eyes to see what it was, and he accidentally took a whiff of the page’s scent.

Steven's POV I had gone straight to Cavin High, asking questions about one Gabriel Fred. I'd made sure no one knew why I was looking for him. I didn't need anyone to know my reason behind this visit-not yet. Being Steven Blackwood, the high-profiled CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, getting his home address from the school records was a bit too easy. A few connections, a few favors, and I had what I needed.

Steven took a cigarette from the car, opened the door, and stepped out. The cold wind on the mountaintop was like a sharp sword, chilling to the bone as it rushed into the car. With a 'bang,' the car door closed again, blocking the bone-chilling cold. Ethan returned to his senses, his stomach churning, feeling weak as he clambered out of the car and started to hurl beside it. He thought he wouldn't survive the night. Steven ignored him. Leaning against the car, he struck his lighter a few times and lit his cigarette, tilting his head slightly. In the howling cold wind, he stood there, seemingly unfazed by the chill.