Pink Steven Novels & Stories

I watched as he walked towards the office before turning towards the parking lot smiling to myself when I saw Scarlet waiting by my truck. "WHAT HAPPENED!" Her squealing voice hit my ear before I could even reach my truck. A quick shh signal and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for me to fill her in as I quickly yanked open my truck, shocked to see my book bag sitting in the seat. "I have your notes from class Rouge but seriouly where did Mr. Sexy take you? Did you shift? Is he claiming you for his pack??" I loved Scarelt but sometimes she could be a bit impaitent. "Mr. Sexy's name is Wayne, no I didn't shift but he knows I can. To be honest I feel like maybe he is but I'm n

I watched him walk toward us with a black canvas hand bag slung over his left shoulder and a suitcase in his other hand. Physically, Steven was a genetic aberration: he stood one meter ninety-two of pure lean muscle, with shoulders so broad they made the terminal hallway look narrow. His dark blonde hair was cut close on the sides, leaving a textured upper section, and his eyes, a deep bottle green, shone with a lucidity that bordered on arrogance. He had a square jaw, marked by a perfectly trimmed three-day beard, and sharp, gray eyes that contrasted with his dark hair, which was messily tossed in a careless way. But the most goddamn maddening thing wasn't his typical stupid athlete's body

Not just because he had no choice, but because he couldn't imagine existing any other way. Ashamed of my thoughts — or maybe just embarrassed — I returned to my stare-down with the kitchen table. "Drystan owns a book shop," Stephanie suggested. "When Genesis isn't with us fighting crime, she can go there. God knows she'll need to get away from Ethan in order to have some breathing room." Ethan rolled his eyes. "Drystan?" I repeated. "He's immortal too?" "Ancient." Mason nodded. "Another werewolf obsessed with books. It should be a good arrangement."

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

He suggested. Piper smashed her lips and nodded her head, “Okay,” She whispered. “Great!” Levi smiled before he looked at Steven again, “I have to work now. You go back to work as well.” He playfully winked at Piper, who wordlessly nodded – her mind now wondered why Steven was here. He never comes to the club – she figured it must be something important, but she couldn’t ask Levi about it. The more nosy can will get, the more suspicious Levi and Mateo will be, so for now – she wordlessly walked out of Levi’s office – while Steven walked in and closed the door of Levi’s office.

Then, in unison, every device came alive again. One word glowed across every surface, painted in molten gold letters that seemed to pulse with life: PRIDE. Alessandro stared at it, disbelief shadowing his face. “What does it mean?” Elena’s chest rose and fell, her eyes brimming with tears. Matteo’s voice slid through her veins like liquid light. It’s what they stole from me. And now, I’ll take it back.

Grayson, Faye and Steven entered the living room. Steven was so handsome! He had dark red hair and kind amber eyes. His smile was insane and there were freckles littered all over his face. I liked him already! “Wow, you are just as beautiful as Faye said you were,” Steven shook my hand. “I’m so happy to meet you.” “You too Steven, thank you for coming!” I giggled. “Oh I’ve only imagined meeting Grayson like this a million times. Faye and I both have.”

I wondered to myself and was also a little curious, so I stood and waited for that person to appear. I opened my eyes wide, surprised when the person getting out of the car was Steven. The sound of shouting grew louder; they crowded to take pictures with him. Since the day he saved me from Kirk, I haven't seen him again. Steven is still as stylish and elegant as ever. He wears a fitted black suit and a white shirt. He wears a dark gray knee-length robe over it; his hair is combed with glue to accentuate the handsomeness of a powerful man. It makes Steven more attractive. I couldn't figure it out myself, but somehow I found every detail about him amazingly fascinating.

His hands were above his head to help with his panting. Steve is a brunette with green-brown eyes. The color of old mud with yellowish green algae growing on it. He is a bit taller than Aeon, though a lot thinner in frame. A thin splatter of freckles dotted across his tanned face, making him look younger than he is. Permanent baby face syndrome. Something the Partials hadn’t noticed before was a necklace with a silver colored ring on it. “We both do. Same question, we’re both just curious about it.” Elexa spoke up too, nodding her head in agreement.

"And what are you doing?" "Since my identity has been blown, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this pretense. I hate you with everything in me and can't wait to have your beating heart in my palm." Steven replied. He bit down on his palm and fed it to the maid who kept trying to struggle. Then he broke her neck before she could infect him with her werewolf bite. "What are you doing?" Ashley, who had shown up with Kyle, asked. In fact, she knew there was something off about Steven's appearance from the forest.