Dan Stevens Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Irene whispered, “What happened?" "I don’t know either," she answered. Steven left the morning two days ago to attend a meeting in the province. He said he would return after three days, which meant he was scheduled to return the next day. However, while preparing dinner on the evening before Steven's supposed return, she received a phone call from Steven's driver. He informed her that Steven had been hospitalized and that she should not tell anyone about it.

I have zero idea who this guy is, and with a name like that, I’m pretty sure I’d remember him. After a few seconds of silence, the guy clears his throat. “Doctor Ezekiel Stevens? Most people call me Doc.” The words filter through my ears, but it still takes a second for the name to register in my brain. When it finally does, I about drop my phone in shock. I'm definitely awake now. “Stevens?” I ask tightly, my voice moving into a low rumble. “As in Zachariah Stevens? You’re related to that asshole? “Um, yes?” He lets out a strained chuckle. “I’m his brother. We met at—”

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

"And he doesn't exercise anymore." "I do exercise," He refuted. "I went for a run this morning." "Whatever. Sorry about that," I apologized. "You caught me off guard." "I've been calling you for over three minutes. What's on your mind? It's unlike you to get lost in thought. Thank goodness that a car wasn't coming," He said, falling into step with me as I resumed walking. "Everything," I replied vaguely. "Are you going somewhere?" "I was coming to see you. I heard that a stranger was robbed and left for dead by some unknown thugs. I also heard that you and your father rescued him," Steven said. "Is he okay?"

Steven stuttered and turned around maybe to catch a glimpse of any restaurant but luck was not on his side. “Talk!’ Demetrius shouted. “The person said down the street.” Steven mumbled. “Where are we?” Demetrius asked. “Down the street.” Steven replied and cowered. “Maybe the person was wrong.” Steven said. “I will go look around for another restaurant.” Steven said and was about to run off when Demetrius stopped him and pointed to an house-like place more like a diner. “It is over there.” Demetrius said and walked there. “Thank you Jesus, Thank you gracious Lord. I am so tired.” Steven said as he walked over to his boss.

They are thinking that it was fun and I am the one who is pitiful here, stupid! I rolled my eyes and continued walking. I hope some teachers saw them and ask them to clean it, those idiots! "You are really weak, aren't you?" I stop from walking when I heard someone talking behind me. I glance at the guy who is following me. His hands are on his pocket while smirking. My brows furrowed while staring at him. Matt Stevans, one of the most well known student in the University. He is my classmate and of course even if I am the most quite student in the class there is no way for me to not hear the humors about him.

It was very pleasant for him to enter the narrow hole that belonged to Rudolf's sister. "What are you going to do to Roky, Stev? I think he deserves to die right now," said Daren cruelly. Stev took only a short breath. The handsome man licked his lower lip before saying, "I don't mind him leaking our information to anyone. But, I will not tolerate anyone who is treasonous." Stevens voice was cold and creepy. "So?" daren waited quietly for Stev's orders. "Cut off his tongue so he can't speak. Then whatever you do with him. I just want to hear the news when he's dead after that."

Steven shouldn't think about other girls but he can't, he still thinks about Angel even though it's a mistake. ** It was 4 a.m., and Steven had just come home, he had been very busy all night trying to find out who was the perpetrator of the burning down of his factory. He also checked the security at his other place before finally deciding to return to the mansion, when he wanted to go up, someone called him, making him stop in his tracks. "Steven," Diana approached him. "What is it?" Steven said coldly. "Where were you?" Diana said. “That's none of your business,” Steven said.

Newman say about leaving behind the real world in favor of a weekend getaway? What step would that be? **** Steven waited in the dark parking lot outside Dr. Lovejoy’s flagship radio station. His head dropped back against the soft, buttery leather as blaring rock music filled the space. He hated this kind of music, it was more noise than talent if you asked him, but he needed to wait until Heath’s show came on before he could make his move. He had no idea what he expected to find in his son’s office, but it had been a piece of cake to swipe the entrance card from the bubbly receptionist he’d spoken to this morning.

“Come on buddy, I’m your friend, would you expect me to lie to you?” “That's not the explanation I need, Steven,” Davos smirked, eyes darkening as he tilted his head to peer at the squirming man. “Look,” Steven frantically pointed at me, my gaze on them as slowly, I was taking back control of my mind and thoughts, their conversations offering a perfect distraction for me to overcome the madness of my trauma. “Look what I told you,” he carried on, “she’s becoming fine, I told you it was her way of overreacting, I'm even beginning to think it was a prank just to gather our pity and make everyone belie—”