Pink Steven Novels & Stories

Then he can peacefully kill her and destroy that fucking phone. "Yes boss" Steven buzzed after gulping a lump that formed in his throat. Steven was scary but Ethan was scarier. He had been his right in command and PA for so long to know his words and meanings and the way he sounded meant nothing but danger to that poor girl. Steven took two steps back, closing the door on behalf and watched as his boss drove away. His mind flew back to that Innocent lass and her green orbs and he felt a pang in his heart which stopped beating a long time ago. He watched Ethan killing his rivals, torturing the cheaters and everything but he didn't feel this way to any one then why her? Is this pity or guilt?

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.

“You came without my permission. Now, since this is what you wanted, I'll have to punish you. Will you be good for me and hold still?” “Mhh, yes Steven.” “Then watch me,” Steven said, taking the lube again. He applied a generous amount on his hand. Stroking his cock, he saw my eyes glued to his movement. He lined himself up with me and pushed in, making me moan whorishly. “I wish you could see yourself like this. All spread out for me and moaning like the slut you are, already drenched again like a horny little girl,” Steven said, his voice a growl.

The best we can do in our situation is to accept their offer. “Look!” Harris suddenly exclaims. “That’s Steven!” On the monitor in one of the pools, we see a man wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants emerge from the hotel. He walks so slowly with only one shoe on his feet and the other is bare. Staggering and limping, he slowly walks towards the pool. “Steven!” I call him as if he can hear me. He stays still when he is now near the pool and pauses as if he is thinking about something. He then eventually look up at the sky and closes his eyes.

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

Steven explodes into giggles, finger pointing at me. “Hey cut it out,” I give him a snide warning but he cackles, unrelentlessly feasting on my misery. We enter the kitchen and his teasing keeps me blushing defiantly. Why the hell am I reacting this way? Henry Slater never blushes! It’s the other way around. Damn it. “So…you’re trying to say you think she’s here? Like, in the Pack lands?” Steven asks and I nod firmly. “I know it. I can never mistake her scent,” I furrow my brows in thought.

Prince Reagan revealed. "Girl?" Steven asked as he went into deep thoughts. He cracked his brain for a while before recalling. "Oh, that dirty looking girl and her brother?" Steven recalled. Prince Reagan eyed him for calling Pink dirty. "You are still obsessed with her till now?" Steven asked, an amused look appearing on his face. "I'm not obsessed with her. She saved me, she's the reason why I am alive today," Prince Reagan rolled his eyes at Steven. Steven chuckled. "Still with your old stories. She saved me, she saved me," Steven imitated Reagan.

His mouth slowly stretched into an ugly smile when he noticed her presence. "Hey, lil plum how are you?" Steven smirked; full of both admiration and lust for the beautiful petite body in a slightly wet uniform shirt and a sexy mini skirt. Such a sweet little plum; she must be Samantha's daughter. "Hello Sir." Sasha respectfully greeted; maintaining a bold face as she cautiously handover the bottle to the man making her feel so uncomfortable. How can he be ogling at her chest like a pervert? Instead of collecting the bottle of water like any decent human being should, Steven's shameless hand travelled up and lightly stroke Sasha's cheeks, forcing her to flinch and quickly dropped the bottle o

But unlike Steven’s, where his tattoo has a white line of string flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm, hers has a string flowing down to coil three times around her wrist before moving up to connect with 2 white waves on the inside of her palm. “But I thought subs couldn’t control the main element and I’ve seen Dana try to drown Steven with her powers?” Remembering that morning still puts a smile on my face, in my brief time living with the two of them it was a little amusing to see how childish they tend to get when they’re arguing over something.

I chuckle. Down in the basement, we head towards his cell where he is smiling like he's been waiting for us. "Well. You're not exactly who I expected. I was hoping my little toy would come back and keep me company." We both growl. "She's not your fucking toy asshole!" I open the cell door and walk over to him Steven right behind me. "We sedating him?" "Nah. I want him to feel every ounce of pain we give him." "Good with me." Steven leaves the cell and comes back a few seconds later with a cart full of weapons. Knives, silver nails, anything you could think of. He even has a jar of pure melted silver.