I Require Those Clues Steven Novels & Stories

It was in this solitude that my mind became a battleground of emotions, wrestling with grief, confusion, and an insatiable thirst for the truth. As I reflected upon the events that had transpired, I realized that the answers I sought were buried within the intricate web of connections that enveloped us. Dr. Steven's role in this intricate dance of fate was paramount, his knowledge a catalyst for uncovering the truth behind the clandestine forces that sought to manipulate our lives.

Chapter 16 It seemed like we were perfect for each other only in our little bubble, but once we stepped out of it, we were faced with overwhelming obstacles. I walked out and Steven was already by the car. It was amazing how he always knew that it was time to get away. Maybe he used that super hearing vampire thing I read about a lot, yeah, that must be it. "Take me home Steven," I told him. "Okay miss Clara," he said as he got into the car.

I’d stood there, my back against the door as I looked around, it looked exactly the same. The same as my memories. I walked closer to the table in the room, it had few photo frames, arranged medals and trophies I had no idea of. Maybe the real Clara might. My fingers tracing the edge of a silver frame on the table. It was a photo of me with a wide smile on my face tucked under the arms of the man whose room this was. Steven. The same guy in my memories. His smile was brilliant, white against his dark skin, and his gaze were on me while the picture were taken.

How can someone I don't even know claim to be familiar with me? "Cut the small talk, Stevan. Tell me how did you know Clara and why have you been looking for her all this time?" Iris snapped, her patience wearing thin. "Mrs. Iris, Clara is the woman Mr. George wanted me to find all along. He told me that if he were to pass away one day, I must keep searching until I found her. He believes she is still alive, and see? his intuition has been correct all along." Stevan responded. Iris' face looked even more down hearing that. Her intense glare at me intensified. Stevan kept smiling as I remained frozen in place. Still confused about what he was trying to say.

Excitement and anticipation filled the air as they began unraveling the clues, piecing together fragments of information like detectives on a thrilling case. Andrea, her eyes bright with curiosity, pointed to a faded photograph. "This image holds the key to our next step. Look closely at the symbols and the distinctive landmark in the background. I believe it's a clue leading us to a hidden location." Matthew, always analytical and detail-oriented, examined the photograph with intense focus. "I recognize this landmark. It's an old lighthouse located on the outskirts of town. But what does it signify? What lies hidden within its walls?"

This was becoming way too scary and the deeper I went into my quest of uncovering the evil that she broods, the scarier it became and the more doubt I had, questioning if all of this is worth it. As Steven’s message ended, I realize his last words were exactly same as Jennifer’s, ‘Down town…’ When I realized, I was now convinced that this had to be something. Perhaps a clue or something. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that both of them had something to say about this, but sadly, neither of them got to finish their statements, so now I was left with a ‘not so helpful’ clue and more dead people than I was willing to count. I got out of bed and played both Steven’s message and Jennifer’s w

"And the president is... Chloe Sinclair." The assistant stared at his paper. He looked up at me, then back down at the answer key. "That... is remarkably correct." "Yes!" I cheered, pumping my fist in the air. He quickly handed me a fresh, sealed envelope and a small stamped map. "Station One cleared. Take your next clue and run to Station Two. But you better hurry…I heard someone finished her station five minutes ago." My heart hammered against my chest. Could that be Chloe? I grabbed the map and ripped it open.

I put my mental block higher and thicker, successfully blocking the annoying tap. It hasn't been a minute when I raised the block when someone rudely barged into the office and successfully knocking down the door from its hinges, because of the sheer force. I was about to growl at him for showing disrespect but when I felt his sense of urgency I figured that the news must have been very important for him to barge in unannounced. "What is it Delta Chris?" He bowed his head, afraid to meet my blazing ones. "The Epsilons discovered trails of Rogues leading towards the city."

“I bet you do as well, don’t you, Archie?” Archer’s gaze slices towards me then drags down over my body. Though I’m fully clothed, I feel naked under his gaze. Swallowing thickly, I can only imagine the untold pleasures that await me in the hours to come. Maybe the days to come. Or perhaps the rest of my life. “Come to my lab with me, Chloe,” Steven says. His gaze is firmly on the floor, though I see the way his hands clutch tightly into fists and then release.

Claude’s POV I got back from the bathroom and headed back with the grab man that had accompanied me in the first place. I had hidden the watch carefully in a place one would least expect. “ So? How's he feeling?” Steven asked the man who accompanied me the moment we came into his view. “ I think he's doing a lot better. You should ask him if you wanna confirm,” he shrugged. “ Next time, if you're allergic to something tell us right away. I can't afford being yelled out by my employer,” Steven complained as I went back to my chair.