I Require Those Clues Steven Novels & Stories

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.

It's pathetic how some people live. "Are you sure about this, sir?" Claire asks, her concern evident. I look at Claire, my assistant for five years. She has been with me since childhood and knows all about the stormy feud between the Rains and the Joneses. Steven's sudden call for a meeting makes her nervous. She thinks we could be walking into a deadly trap. But what Claire doesn’t realize is that the bastard is the one inviting the devil to play, and I know how to play my game well. We walk up with the receptionist's help, who shows us the way.

'Find out who gave her the ruby necklace. I stare at him. 'Find the necklace.' His eyes narrow. 'And find out what you are.' I swallow. 'And then what?' Steven gives me a faint smile. 'Then perhaps we'll have something worth discussing.' He reaches for the door. I suddenly remember something. 'Wait.' He stops. 'What?' 'If you send me back...' I hesitate. 'Will you stop watching me?' Steven turns around. I hold his gaze. 'No more spies.' His expression becomes thoughtful.

He crouched low and cleared his throat, teasing her: "I promise you, I won't eat your mother. Okay?" Steven said and looked at me shady. I understood the dark meaning of his statement. This made my face red, as if I had just drunk alcohol. I hope that Clyde will not understand the implications of Steven's words. Oralie narrowed her eyes at Steven. Suddenly, I saw Steven's eyes waver; I thought maybe Steven noticed something special about Oralie. He frowned at Oralie and then glanced back at Clyde with a skeptical look, his throat moving up and down as if he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. Steven sat down slowly; he was silent and caressed Oralie's face gently. However

The air was thick with an almost tangible scent of decadence. "Oh my God! Was the house robbed?!" my mother-in-law exclaimed, frozen in shock. Richard scrambled to his feet, pale, stammering explanations. "N-no… it wasn't robbed. Yesterday… I was home alone, drinking… and… didn't have time to clean up." "Alone? Drinking?" I scoffed, walking to the sofa and picking up a black lace piece of lingerie. It was the one Claudia had worn yesterday. Holding the tiny garment up in front of him, I stared at his sweat-drenched, panicked face.

‘Well, Lexi, I guess you are on your own today, but we’ll see what I can do,’ Clara said, winking at him. ‘Get me the menu copies, then we’ll talk.’ Then she turns to Heather, ‘Why don’t you sit by Jeremy? He said he needs you for something right now,’ wiggles her eyebrows and smiles. Heather shakes her head but stays rooted to her spot. ‘Okay, back to business.' Clara thought as she asked Heather to hand out the IDs and placed trackers on them, so she would know where her team was at all times, especially Max because he was acting very suspicious.

I tiptoe to the right side of the floor where the noise is coming from, to find out what is happening. I see two huge guys standing in front of a door; they look like they are guarding it. They both look like they can crush me with two fingers. I can see a gun peeking out from one of their back pockets. Who are these guys? What are they doing here? Are they the ones who have Ismail? I need to find out, but I’m not sure how. I decide the best thing to do is go back down and ask the front desk for help, but I was not quiet enough. While walking back, I accidentally hit a flower vase, alerting the huge guys to my presence.

Where they will launch medical, psycho and educational missions in indigenous communities. I sighed. I understand what Steven is doing but why am I bored? I know there was no signal in the place he went but why was I annoyed and worried that he might have forgotten me or else something bad might happen to him? I closed my eyes. Am I just missing him or am I becoming selfish because I already love him? That I just want him by my side that I just want him to focus on me. I opened my eyes and then stared again at the two beer in cans wrapped in plastic where a Steven note for me was placed there.

They are just fighting over who gets to keep the prize. I am the prize. And the prize is dying. "No more," I whisper to the empty room. I realize at that moment that I cannot trust Ethan. He is too blinded by his own lust and his war with his father to see the subtle hand of the real killer. He thinks he’s the hero, but he’s just a distraction. I reach for the note, my fingers no longer shaking. I don't flush it. I don't hide it. I fold it into a tiny square and tuck it into the secret lining of my jewelry box.

" Oh. Clara, Steven's real name is Eric Gold. " " uh?? how? he can't be. " " Yes, he is. That Steven idiot didn't tell us about his real name. " " How do you know," said Clara. " I told you before that Steven's real name is Eric. Mr.Edmin said to me. " I said. " No, you didn't say. " " Ok, leave that matter. Why are you saying he is a medical genius? " I asked Clara. " All people in the medical profession know that he is a medical genius," said Clara.