Romans & histoires Corrupted Steven

THE BAD COP III RAVEN He ruined me. He fucking ruined me. Ever since that afternoon in the back of his squad car, my mind had been completely invaded by him. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and couldn't breathe without remembering the suffocating weight of his broad body crushing mine into the leather seat, or the brutal, unforgiving stretch of his dick tearing through my resistance. I hated how small and helpless I had been beneath his authority, but God help me, I craved it like a sickness. I was addicted to the total, terrifying surrender.

"What do you think?" Steven hesitated, then said something that caught everyone off guard. "What if it's some kind of storage space?" Gavin stared at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" When the disasters first started, Steven was still a teenager and a hardcore webnovel addict. He read just about everything, especially trashy wish-fulfillment stories aimed at guys, the kind packed with huge harems. He quickly explained what a storage space was supposed to be. "Is there something wrong with your head?"

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"Steven." My brows furrowed. "What?" "Your date. His real name is Steven Grey. Top in his class--Biogentics. Dropped out a few months to his graduation. Went off grid for a handful of months, enrolled in business a few days ago, coincidentally on your first day of school." He stops, letting me take it all in, and then he adds, "I went back to the lab this morning. It was cleared out." A pang of betrayal shoots in my chest. Gary--Steven's eyes...they had been the reason why I had trusted him. The honesty in them. The truth that rang with each word he said to me.

"Mr. Steve, my father's most dependable security, was informed about her evil deeds by me. I had no idea he was involved with Claudia. Claudia learned about it from that jerk. She had pledged to get me out of the way after reading my father's will." "Is Mr. Steve the same age as your father?" Cora inquired. Tessa, who had been looking into space, turned to gaze at her with grim eyes before speaking. "Mr. Steve is a stunning 39-year-old man. I caught them smooching once and when I challenged Claudia about her smooching with Mr. Steve, she pretended that he was merely assisting her in removing something from her eyes" Cora gave her a blank expression and was completely focused on her.

“Do I need to remind you what we went through to put him and his empire down?” “I found out the asshole had been crawling his way back into power,” I defended myself. “If I had known, I would've made sure the world didn't get the chance to change the news about his obituary.” “You should have put a fucking bullet in his head when you met him!” he snapped. “Cut the man a fucking break,” I said. “He lost everything. He was just walking around when I met him.” Luc moved back a little, staring at me like I'd just grown a second head.

I turned the corner too quickly and my foot caught against the uneven sidewalk. I crashed hard onto the ground. Pain ripped through my ankle so sharply I cried out, and when I looked down, blood was already sliding from the torn skin onto the concrete. “Fuck,” I breathed shakily. Before I could pull myself up, they were already there. They surrounded me slowly, like hungry wolves cornering prey. “Look what we have here.” One of them grinned, showing alcohol-stained teeth. “A bird.” His hand reached for me, but I shoved it away instantly.

The carpet was clean but it looked old. The door closed behind him. Derek turned around to see Steven in nothing but a bed sheet wrapped around his waist. He was barefoot. His dusty blackish hair was mussed up, practically standing on top of his head. “What the fuck happened to you?” Derek asked in a high-pitched tone. “The hooker I was with robbed me blind,” Steven admitted, all flustered. “This has never happened before.” He padded to one of the beds and sat down. “I . . . was cruising around and saw her standing on the street corner. I had never seen her before.”

Sarah briefly told him what she remembered. “Mindy showed up.” “Her again.” Zachary’s voice turned icy. Sarah lowered her head, as if she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. After a long silence, she asked, “What about Steven?” “He still hasn’t woken up. He was hit in the back of the head. My people are repairing the dashcam footage. I found a hacker from Maritonia. He’s been in Steven’s office for two days already,” Zachary said. Sarah immediately understood what he was trying to do.

"Rumors says, they were in juvie because of some bad shit and some others say that they failed due to some personal reasons which is obviously a lie, I think." I hummed. As if sensing my gaze, the one with red strands looked towards me and I found myself being frozen. Those orbs, light hazel just like Mr. Ferrari, but his left eye was slightly green, darkening the aura around even more. This man was dark, fucking dark. I averted my eyes and looked at the shake within my hand which had now turned into a milky juice but with colors ofcourse. I suddenly got up, muttering, "i'm gonna take a quick trip to the bathroom."