Pink Steven Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Anika’s P.O.V “D-delete that!” Steven struggled to get up from the floor as he stared at Gustav with his eyes as wide as saucers. “Delete that…now!” “Oh, this?” Gustav placed his phone inside his jacket pocket. “Nah! I don’t think I will. Unless, of course, you’re offering to suck my dick.” Steven gagged upon hearing that and back up further into a corner. But Gustav wasn’t done yet. He knelt in front of Steven with a menacing smile. “I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.”

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

Chapter 165 : The Sweat Feelings Pyra’s POV: I approached the gym, wanting to work out. The air was crisp, and the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange. As I stepped into the gym, the familiar scent of rubber mats, metal weights, and the faint trace of sweat hit me and my eyes locked on a figure seated on the floor. Steven turned towards the door, his eyes locked on mine as he put away his phone. I frowned. Who was Steven talking to by this time? And who does he know to communicate with seeing that he was completely alone since he came to the pack?

Steven grabbed one of them by the hair and made him look at Steven. "Sorry...forgive me, sir, I...aahhhhh.." Steven burned the cigarette in the man's forehead and made him scream in pain, The man tried to struggle but Steven was stronger than he looked because of the help of the innerwolf he had. His eyes turned red which indicated he was very angry. Meanwhile, the other man was just scared and didn't dare to look at his friend who was talking a lot. Steven pushed the man's body until he was lying on the floor and still groaning in pain.

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady. I notice one lone girl looking at all of the food spread out over the counters. Which I find strange. Most models ignore the food. I also notice that she is short for a model. What makes me take notice is that she doesn’t look fake like all the other models. Her long natural caramel-colored hair has what looks like natural blonde highlights in it. She also has streaks of bright cherry red weaved throughout it. She looks up at me and I am now looking into the biggest and brightest eyes I have ever seen. If I had to name the color I would call it teal. I can’t really tell what her body looks like. They have her wrapped

Mark stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his powerful chest and arms. “Daddy…” I moaned breathlessly as he joined me under the water completely naked. His large, warm hands immediately replaced mine on my soapy tits, squeezing them possessively, thumbs flicking my hard nipples until I gasped. He pinned me back against the cool tiled wall and kissed me hungrily, his tongue claiming my mouth. “I can’t get enough of this tight little body, princess,” he growled against my lips. His thick fingers slid between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in firm circles before pushing two deep inside my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet already for your stepdaddy.”

Steven exclaimed casually. Jasmine wanted to swear harshly, but she held it in because Anya had warned her to remain gentle in front of Steven or the man would explode. Still, with a forced smile, Jasmine tried to put on all the clothes. And after all was finished, Steven clapped his hands with great satisfaction. "Look how beautiful you are," Steven said as he drew closer to Jasmine. Steven hugged Jasmine's body from behind and breathed in Jasmine's scent from Jasmine's exposed neck and shoulders.