Funny Steve Minecraft Novels & Stories

He says, putting a glass of milk in front of her. Steve yells over to Trevor, who does not reply, but rather states focused on his game. Steve sighs and sits down across from Shantal. "I slept ok." She says in response to Steve's previous question. "I keep having weird dreams, but that's all." She continues, drinking her milk afterward. "Dude, I make BT look good." Trevor says as he now walks to the table, controller still in hand. Shantal now takes a bite of her pancake and immediately drops her fork, alerting Steve. "Em, are you ok? Is the food not to your liking?" Steve says, showing almost a bit of human emotion in his voice. Shantal looks up at Steve, swallows, and smiles. "That was lit

I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop the laughter, but it didn’t help. Steven had an elephant head tattooed on his pubic area. From what I could make out from the distance between us, his penis was the elephant’s trunk. “Women don’t run when they see that?” I asked between fits of laughter. Amusement flashed through his eyes as he fixed his pants. “I keep them too occupied to notice.” With a wink, he left the room and disappeared down the hall. I dropped back onto the bed and allowed the laughter to take over once again. Damn, those brothers were seriously entertaining.

"Not interested." "Ugh." Steve pulled his hair in irritation. First, it was the LAN guy who had reverse hacked his laptop and now this great man. He felt that the two of them had taken a contract to infuriate him to death. He sat silently. He did not want to be kicked out of the car. Adrian looked at his assistant sitting silently and his lips raised at the corners. It was fun to tease him. He gave out vivid expressions that were very entertaining in his eyes. In his lonely world, Steve was his only companion.

" Is that all," Steve asked as he placed his boot on his fingers holding the rails. " Why are you here?" Steve probed in a low and gravely voice. " She just lost her mother, are you here to rub salt into her wounds?" " I swear, I came for the funeral, I have no sinister intentions, on God, on my mama," he breathed an explosion of words. Steve shook his head in disbelief, hardly listening to his words. " You failed the interview and guess you are going down the rails, to fall on the cold hard concrete, so your brains can be splattered out their for everyone to see the dirt inside," Steve mocked in a low register voice.

She’d been quiet for a while. “Shut up,” I said out loud, walking toward Steve. “Sorry?” he said, eyes full of concern. I reached the doorframe. “Oh… nothing. Just talking to myself. I do that a lot,” I laughed nervously, holding the cold bottles of water and beer. Steve chuckled, looking amused. There was a glint in his eyes, like he didn’t believe me. “You tell yourself to shut up?” I froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. Steve laughed with me. It was as if we’d both just found something truly funny.

This time she was not afraid yet angry and shouted back at him, “I JUST LIKE IT. WHAT IF IT REALLY GOES AWAY?” Steve was taken aback and bend down to her hugging her lightly, “I just don’t wanna lose you.” He said in a coy voice. “I also don’t wanna lose you, stupid. You are special to me. And yes our kids will not be only cute but also stunning.” She said with a pout on her face as she was being hugged closely by Steve. They both looked at each other and laughed before resuming their dinner and again ended up laughing seeing the silly cartoon. Maybe sometimes with just a silly gesture or remake, we can make people smile and forget their worries, so it is worth it.

The Luna spoke, her voice firm, unwavering, and filled with disdain. "Mother, there will be no need for that. She won't be spoiling your legacy or name." I protested. "Oh really? So you think having a stripping Luna won't make this pack a thing of joke and mockery?" She asked, her gaze demanding. I was about to speak when Steve stood to his feet. He'd been calm since the outburst, but I guess he couldn't hold himself back any longer. "She's not a stripper!" Steve blurted. His voice came out louder than he expected it to, and he calmed almost immediately. "Not anymore." He added, more calmly this time.

Adrian was looking a bit weak, but he walked closer and closer to the chair as if he’d want to sit on it to catch some breath. And it’s only when Steve heard the voice that he realized that Peter wasn’t at least joking, and he’s pretty right this time more than times when Steve had to get fooled by Peter’s pranks—and he hated those moments so he tried to be careful about falling for his pranks. “Master,” Steve muttered. He dashed forward in an instant and caught up with Adrian who seemed like he’d drop to the floor at any second now.

"Well, that Stinky Cucumber, Vermont, gave me a tortoise and told me that Dr. Steven gifted it as thanks for dinner. I took care of it day and night for one whole week before I realized that it was that mutt who bought it. He used Dr. Steven's name to prank me! That bastard!" Stella did not know how to respond to that. "It's not the same," she pursed her lips and said. "Keegan is an asshole. He'd never tell you that he did something good. Instead, he'd try to tease you and say that you're ungrateful."

He was about to scream in excitement when Gama intervened. "Why are you behaving so strange, Steve? What's going on here? I don't get this at all!" Gama's protests were ignored as Steve carried on with what he intended to do. Without wasting much of his time, Steve threw one of his hands around my neck and the other beneath my buttocks and lifted me as if I was weightless. He did that but not without giving out a shout to express his crazy excitement. "Whooo!" He shouted.