Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

I said, waiting. The demon, who I call Steve because his name is bizarre and hard to pronounce, isn’t an ordinary run-of-the-mill demon. He was actually banished from Hell and refused to tell me why, but I still ended up sticking his incorporeal form in a small box. Remember all those railroad killings in the 1890s? Yeah, it was Steve. “Alright, honey bunnies,” I said, standing and walking over to the shelf, grabbing a small box of special herbs, “Rejection session is over. Good night, everyone!”

Steven ran past Emma and entered another room. The healer lay dead in a pool of blood and the bed was cold and empty. No shadow of Kieth could be found in the room. Emma was right. The rogues really took away Kieth. Steven didn’t even know how to react. He made sure that Amelia and the cub were well protected but forgot about Kieth. But he shouldn’t be blamed. Why would anybody want to take a weak, harmless human away? Steven, though confused, knew what to do next. He quickly dispatched a team to trace the trail of the missing human. And then he went to interrogate the captured rogues.

Erica's assistant peeked in, followed by a man wearing a Stone Corp ID. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the man said politely. “Mr. Stone sent us. We’re here to begin the recovery process for your corrupted files.” Kathalina blinked, a little surprised but not entirely. Of course, Thirdie had already acted on his word. “Oh… yes, please go ahead,” she said, standing up. “Steve will show you the server room.” “Got it, boss,” Steve said with a grin, leading the IT man out. As he passed her, he whispered, “See? Told you he’s serious.”

He deeply regretted it, and that was why he cared so much for Roy. However, Steven deeply regretted kidnapping Emma and Mark, which is why Mark was now able to return home. After confessing everything to Roy, Steven died because he couldn’t bear the shock of his lifelong company going bankrupt. Steven’s company had committed illegal activities, leading to its collapse, and everything had returned to square one. Emma hugged her parents, grateful that she had saved them, and they were now living well. One year later, Sara returned to acting, pursuing her passion, and publicly announced her relationship with Roy. Roy continued to travel around for inspiration to paint.

He continued, "Did you never think that our entire company would also be dragged under the bus if Ms. Blackwell here found out that you lied to her after all?" Steven, who had been silent up until then, suddenly panicked. "Corey Dalton! Don't you dare drag the company under with you if you want to flirt with death! Apologize to Ms. Blackwell immediately!" I should have known better. The person I thought was my best friend all along was long gone. Steve was no more. He had gotten blinded by all the fame and fortune promised to him, and he was now nothing but Steven Armstrong, the deputy CEO of Winters Corporation, who was only driven forward by profit.

Steven was nearly out, his eyes moving in his head as he went unconscious. I growled before finally throwing him to the floor, letting him crash down like a rag doll. He wheezed on the ground, coughing violently as he desperately sucked in air. I stared down at him, my lips curling up in disgust. “I think you’re done here Steven,” I told him calmly. He whimpered, his entire body shaking. Sanchez burst into the room just then, his eyes darting around. “What the hell happened?” I didn’t answer—I just pointed at Steven. “Get him out of my packhouse. He’s banished.”

“Where is the relic?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steven cried out as the man shot him in the leg. He writhed around on the ground for a moment before curling up on his side. It made me think of all those hours I lay on the floor, curled up from the pain that wracked my body when Lilian was poisoning me. “Pluck his brain,” the guy said. “We don’t have all day.” Steven grew stiff as another vampire approached. The man force him onto his back and put a hand on his head.

Perhaps, he would help him for Irene's sake. When Steven came back to the city, he happened to discover that Lily had just attacked Irene. He took the opportunity to pretend that he fell sick and was admitted to the hospital to figure out a solution. Steven saw a glimmer of hope when he saw Edric clarify the matter's ins and outs on TV. It could be imagined how infatuated he was with Irene when he would rather let his mother, Margaret, take the blame to white wash Irene. That glimmer of hope eventually grew into a bright ray in Steven's heart.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

He cleared his throat and said, "Diana, your imagination is so rich." "What do you mean?" Steven put his arm out in front of me at this point, then explained: "Look, my vein is broken. Out of concern for you, I pulled out the infusion tube. Besides, Sharmaine and I aren't what you think they are. I also have my own rules." "Damn it! Why do I have to explain this to you? I really have lost my mind." Steven muttered in an angry voice. I'm still not wholly convinced; I don't intend to hide what I've seen.