Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

I croaked. It felt like my IQ had suddenly plummeted... So embarrassing! He chuckled, and the sound did something to my tummy. Good God..."Didn't mean to scare you, I'm Steven." I blinked slowly. "Okay?" Who was Steven and what was he doing looking so sinfully sexy in the kitchen so early? He smiled widely, a glint of danger flickering in his eyes. "The friends Dominic forgot to mention." My heart stuttered and I almost face palmed at my stupidity. Dominic's friend. Of course!

I didn’t move. He laughed, waving me over again. “Come on, sex demon. This is your element, isn’t it? Succubi know how to have fun.” The words grated. Sex demon. Like that’s all I was. A toy. A thing. I set my glass down—hard. Stood. Walked out. But not before the doors burst open behind me. Steven. Wild-eyed, hair disheveled, storming in like a man with nothing left to lose. “You sick fuck!” he roared at the director. “You think you can hide forever? Those kids—Jenkins is rotting in a cell because of you! I know what you do. I’ve seen the files. You’re done!”

I bellowed. He did as I said, and we met the rogues head on. The gnashing of teeth, and the sounds of claws ripping through flesh echoed through the property. The whimpers of the rogues lying on the ground dying was deafening. I had underestimated the capability of the rogues Brown had hired, because they proved to be very versed in the ways of fighting. It was to the point that I started to wonder where they had learned so well, and that’s when I saw him. My former friend, Steven. The one friend that I thought I could trust, and in the end, was proven very wrong.

I also wanted to let him know about the messages, but he had to say what he came here first. "Alright, bring it on." Detective Steven took a deep breath and darted a glance at the both of us. "The footage was corrupted. It seems like the intruder had been planning this for a long time and he might have had some inside help." He insinuated. My heart didn't just skip a beat, it hammered hard against my chest. A hopeless feeling sank down the pit of my stomach as I gripped the chair tightly. "Inside help? What do you mean?" I chimed, frustrated and angry as Dexter signaled that I calm down with his eyes.

The amber liquid caught the distant glow of the city. Cold and sharp as broken glass my mind reenacted the scene from earlier that night a macabre scene etched in my mind. That girl. Ivy. I felt a chill go down my spine. The idea of her still being able to roam around this mansion and spread her infection made me shudder. I detested Sloans behavior, the man I had faithfully served for decades and who I knew more precisely than most. I knew Sloan was the real leader of The Crimson Order and he would always be there. He had never protected someone from a just punishment. He was emotionless. No flaws.

A booming male voice greeted me from the other end. “Hello Sorcerer Frankl, I am Beta Stavros Petrakis from the Luceres Pack. I need your help in locating Thanos, the sorcerer who had cursed me for no reason four years ago.” He scoffed instead of agreeing to help. “Where were you for four years? We tried locating you when we captured Thanos and punished him for his crime.” I felt guilty for not approaching them for help sooner. “Oh, I wasn’t aware of it. Can you help me now? I’m suffering a lot because of this curse.”

"Now, the game is about to begin. This is the latest model drop tower—you'll love it." In my desperation, I remembered what he'd said in the chat logs. I demanded to know why he wanted to hurt me when I had never harmed Anne! I didn't know how Anne had slandered me behind my back, but I needed to clear things up. Steven's voice was ice-cold. "You're the one who made Anne permanently infertile. This is what you owe her!" "I never hurt Anne! Her infertility has nothing to do with me!" Anne clung to Steven with a wounded expression. "It's okay, Steven. She'll never admit it..."

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

Could she perhaps be in the city, providing Tina with an idyllic, pampered life? I couldn't help but let out a mirthless chuckle as my gaze swept over the people before me, a profound sense of disappointment settling deep within me. Upon seeing my expression, Henry exploded in fury. "You ought to know that we merely treated Tina a little better to make up for your wrongs! Who exactly are you trying to impress with this act of yours, huh? You've spent so much of our money all these years. Are you planning to pretend you don't know about this?"

The Big Four who heard the shuffling of feet at the door way, raised their heads to behold their new company. "Another traitor, huh?" Steven mocked as he eyed a Thogg whose face had been battered and whose body was now covered in bruises. "Yes boss" Ace replied "What's his offense?" "I caught him stealing these" Ace threw some bags of crack on the floor "The fuck, man. You're stealing my drugs?" Steven asked taking slow steps towards him "I'm really sorry, Boss. I really never meant to" "But you already did, so don't give me that flimsy excuse. Fucking save it for the marines"