Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

“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.”

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!

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.

“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.

Levi worsened his madness thinking he was explaining the situation. "Shut up!" Steven shouted furiously. Changing his tone to low and rough, he growled firmly, "I'm not a normal human to believe this stupidity! It's only Abby. She is the only one I have let touch me. This stupid footage seems edited!" "If you're that confident, then it must be Clara's game to get you from Madam Abby." Levi shared his opinion. "She's more than I thought; I should've been careful with her." Steven regretted his mistake realizing how cruel Clara was.

I take a step back from a bloodied Steven who is gazing at me with a smile; this individual is truly deranged, as he begins to laugh uncontrollably. "How delightful it was to see you all frightened, Tyler, searching for Christine. If it weren't for her infuriating stubbornness, none of this would have transpired. I will take her away; she is mine and mine alone! You will suffer for your betrayal, you wretched fool." He is insane, utterly insane. As we retreat, I observe Steven retrieving something from his pocket. When I realize it is a gun and see his gaze fixated on Lorena, I swiftly shield her just as he pulls the trigger.

“Dumb bastard! Why is a mere Islander trying to show off in my country?” “I’ll beat him to death!” Steven was clearly agitated. Before, he only preyed on the weak before. But after going through a few drinks, he gained quite a bit of courage. If it were any other day, it would be odd if he didn’t kneel in front of them in an instant. Harvey narrowed his eyes at Steven. It seemed that this man had some redeemable qualities after all.

“You’re stubborn for an abomination.” The word bounced off the stone walls. Abomination. She had heard it her whole life. Half wolf. Half vampire. Born wrong. “You know,” the first guard said, leaning against the bars, “the Summit starts tomorrow. Big, powerful leaders coming. If they smell you, it’ll be trouble.” “Maybe we should finally put her out of her misery,” the other muttered. “You know we can’t. Treaty.” They both spat on the ground. Raven slowly lifted her face.