Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

David greeted and Steven smirked. "Hey, you too! Took you long enough." Steven spoke out loud, unbeknownst to him, and his mother and David's, Alice, and the Doctor jumped back. All eyes are on Steven as he converses with a being they couldn't see. Steven looked happy as they watched him. His mother was crying, everyone was crying. They all wondered if he was running mad. "That was a nice joke you played on me, what were you thinking about writing me a sad letter like that." Steven watched as a sad line crossed David's face. He didn't like that. "What's wrong?" Steven asked reaching his hand up to have them rest in David's hair.

Every swing she made was heavier and faster than the previous ones. She just did not like the way they resolved the revolt of the villagers. Killing them, even the weak ones, was just so low and unacceptable. Plus, the problem was not in the villagers themselves but it was rooted in the corrupt ministers who thought of nothing but themselves and fulfilled their greed while those who shed sweat every day were starving.

He glanced at Vanessa again and then something like a light bulb went up in his head and he found himself smiling at his friend. “It’s not funny, Sean,” Steven growled. “I know, I know,” he said and tapped him on the shoulder, “calm down brother, she would be fine and let me handle Natasha for you.” While walking away, he added, “who would have thought you would find her tonight of all night and in my pack,” he chuckled. Steven frowned at what he said and he was prepared to refute but he found himself turning and walking back to the girl. He squatted beside her once more and held her bleeding hand. “Why aren’t you healing?”

Mr Montero said, Alex nodded and took a sit "You called for me" Alex began "Yes, I would want to know the situation at your house" "I don't understand" "Steve regained his memory" Mr Montero stated, Alex shook his head "You must be mistaken sir, Steve is still in the same situation" Alex explained, but Mr Montero began to laugh "Maybe thats what he wants all of you to think but I can assure you that Steve regained his memory" Alex wondered why the old man thought so, was it because they visited his house earlier

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.

Asher reminded him about the chat with an evil grin. Steven shivered, and a panicked expression crossed his face "Oopsie, Bye guys. I'm evaporating from this world until Boss is feeling less vindictive! You all agreed to cover for me, Now is the time. Thank you in advance. Love you!!" Steven got up and ran to the door. And just like that, he was gone. Walter cleared his throat, turning everyone's attention toward him. "Boss, Is this all we need to know for tonight?"

“I knew you’d be trouble the first day you came here.” Max went still. I felt it immediately—the shift in him. His body stiffened, his eyes narrowing into something lethal. He wasn’t just angry. He was remembering. The first day Max arrived in Havindelle, he’d been robbed. Beaten. Left half-dead like trash on the roadside. The realization hit me like a punch. “You…” I gasped, staring at Steven. “You attacked an innocent man?” “That’s right,” Steven said calmly, nodding. “I was part of the group that jumped him that day. And again a few weeks back.”

“You planned this, remember? Don’t get all possessive now.” Steven’s laugh came out strangled and humorless. “Possessive? I’m not—” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Max, we’re done. Stop it. This isn’t happening.” Max raised a brow, “ Are you getting cold feet, Steven?" He blinked, signaling him to play along. Steven shook his head, looking defeated. “Just… please. Leave him alone.” The please gutted me. Something was definitely wrong, very wrong. Max waved a dismissive hand at him. “He’s drunk. Ignore him.”

I don’t know. In the video, Steven babbles on, revealing information that shocks me to the core. Steven's entrepreneurial ventures are all a façade. He was secretly performing some backdoor accounting for the mafia. But he embezzled the mafia funds, thinking he could buy and sell crypto without them noticing and keep the profits for himself! Suddenly, everything makes sense - Steven insisting we get a new apartment really fast, Steven staying inside all the time, Steven drinking more, Steven allowing me to earn money to pay off his debt while he stays in the house staring at the computer all day...

My mate, Lycan Steven, had pretended to be my professor at school. I had been fooled into falling in love with his tactics and acting to reclaim me—his mate. He had successfully claimed my heart again. A low growl interrupted us as a rogue appeared from the bushes. He attacked my mate, but Steven dodged swiftly and clawed the rogue's heart. The rogue was killed instantly, a testament to Steven's strength. After finishing with the rogue by consuming its flesh and discarding its head, I stood there in awe, struggling to grasp the reality unfolding before me.