Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She almost smiled, almost letting herself enjoy the satisfaction of a clean take, the one that would keep her and Vivian fed for weeks, only if the weight in her sleeve promised what she thought it did. Something about that weight kept bothering her, she knew something was wrong. Coins don't weigh this much, coins shake, they are thin and spread loose. But on the contrary, this one was stacked and counted.She was still lost in her thoughts, when she suddenly ran into someone. *Thank you for reading! If you're enjoying the story so far, I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments. 💛*

Handing her the cell, he crossed over to his seat. There were times Steven looked at Marie and felt something akin to gratefulness. Apart from Zed Norton, she was the only one else he felt confident enough to trust. Her sacrifice of agreeing to do this was not lost on him even though he wasn't going to let it show. And whether she wanted his money or not, he was determined to pay her back in some way. Fetching his laptop from his deck, he browsed through a deck of creative ideas that Zed Norton had shared with him. With every glance, Steven grew upset. Some of the things he was seeing on this deck wouldn't have gotten a passmark from his professors at Ad school. What was the problem with you

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!”

He dialled Tino, and while the line rang, he thought about what he heard Kelly and Dean discussing. He chuckled, sighing. "Steal from Toby? Fûck, I think I have to betray my decision and enter that Church compound. I can't miss the fun. I have to snap the dead bodies." Tino finally picked. "Yo, man." Saint opened his car door and entered smoothly. "Dude, where the fûck did you get my new weed stash from? Shit didn't hit like the others!" He complained. "Bro, I saw the news. The Charity dinner became a fuckin' rowdy function. The Redd sisters turned shit upside down." Tino answered, ignoring the complaint.

He then walked out. Moments later, Steven walked in. wearing only his pyjama pants nothing on top. He must have been sleeping when I mind linked him. but he didn’t sound like he was when we spoke. He yawned and asked. “Where is the trash, alpha?” “Jayson already took it out; sorry I forgot to tell you.” he nodded turning to leave. “Any updates on the Undead?” he stopped in his tracks. “No, it’s been quiet, no action from the rogues.” I sighed relieved. He knew the rogues were not the only one I was worried about.

Thanks to his popularity and everything that related with his life, Aztec had become an internet topic. Everyone was gushing over him for being brave and wanted to thank him in person, and on the other hand, he was cuddled up on one of the waiting benches, sick and tired. He hadn't slept in weeks and he didn't remember the last time he ever slept. His nights and days were filled with Sandra, though it was somewhat heartbreaking that the woman he wanted so much hated him. "Where are my daughters?” General Stevens came to the hospital a few hours after the explosion. He was still dealing with the situation outside and once they had figured that it was a domestic attack, he had left it for the