Corrupted Steven Novels & Stories

“I know you’re involved in his death, whether you admit it or not. But do admit it if you don’t want to face my wrath. Your history is less known here in the pack, and I suspect there’s something dark you’re hiding!” Steven’s lips curled into a twisted smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re delusional. I have nothing to hide. If you want to know more about my history, then check the history of my pack. Elais’ death was… unexpected. And it affects me as much as it affects everyone here in the pack.” He took a step closer, his expression darkening. “But if you’re so convinced I’m the one responsible, why don’t you try proving it?” “Don’t test me, Steven,” I warned, my voice hardening. “I

“Yes,you heard it right, he is one of us but he turned. He hid it all this time and I didn’t even know.” Stooper stood up and paced around the room. “No way. I mean… Simon? But he has been your assistant for how long now?” “Yes, for the whole three years,” Steve replied quietly. “Three years and you didn’t know?” Stooper looked at Steve in disbelief. Steve ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. “I didn’t feel his scent.He masked it very well . And I was too focused on everything else to notice.” Stooper sat down again, still shaking his head. “That’s not like you, Steve. You’re the Alpha and you should’ve seen it.”

“marcus made sure the mugger never reached his intended point of ambush. That particular individual was merely…persuaded, shall we say, to give up a life of crime.” “Indeed,” Marcus said. “I can be rather persuasive.” I had a hard time breathing suddenly. “What—what else did you do on my behalf?” He answered. “Only one other matter required intervention. The last gentleman you dated. Steven dexter.” “Steven? What did you do to Steven?” “The Steven you knew, and the real Steven…they were not the same person.” He paused, and I heard the tone of his voice shift to address Marcus “You may go. Thank you.”

“Your child already has perfect timing.” Damon POV The holding cells were deep beneath the pack house. Stone walls. Iron bars. And one very nervous prisoner. The rogue wolf sat chained to a chair, his eyes darting between me and Gracelyn as we entered. Fear radiated off him. Good. I stopped a few feet away. “Name.” “C-Caleb,” he stammered. “Who sent you?” He swallowed hard. “Alpha Viktor.” My wolf growled violently. I leaned forward slightly.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

Terror filled the beta's veins as he heard the heavy thud of a monster climbing up the steps and pheromones surrounded with death. He knew then he’d messed up, and now he had to face the music of the Blackmoon’s beast.

His thick black hair brushed up and backward from the forehead. I felt ashamed. "Did he recognize me? What is going to happen now? What if he reviews everything?" thoughts like that kept echoing in my head. Cold chills shuddered all over my body. "I'm glad to meet you under different and sober circumstances." He said with a chuckle. He remembered me. What was I going to do. Now I was sure I was done for. It was the same barman I had a drink at his bar the night everything happened. I could remember how rude I was to him and how I had brushed him off when he tried to help me. I felt so embarrassed of myself, but I tried to remain calm and compose myself.

We stared right at each other and smiled for one last time. “So… it’s finally goodbye,” I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. “Goodbye,” he weakly said before shaking it. It’s an awkward gesture and so laugh erupted from our lips. We then drank the wine from our glass until suddenly… I felt something wrong. “Are you okay, Ayesha?” Ivann asked worriedly, the moment he noticed me acting strange. My head started spinning and my vision started blurrying. “Fuck! I think something was in my wine! My vision is starting to blur!” I heard him complain to myself.

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

To be honest I still didn’t get why grown men were so ashamed of having friends, like it wasn’t such an embarrassing for me personally I thought it was really cute even though Lucas would never admit it. The headline “SERPENTS MANSION BOMBED.” My blood ran cold, the entire building was blown to fucking ashes and ruin. If someone had told me that was the serpent's mansion, I would have sworn and refused that it wasn’t. The article said the police were investigating, but the detectives were speculating it was the work of a rival organization.