Pink Steven Novels & Stories

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.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

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.

Hearing this, Steven paused momentarily and sneered, "What could be wrong with me?" After speaking, he lowered his gaze, rubbing his throbbing temples, his face turning iron blue as he walked away. Having known Steven for so many years, Ethan had never seen him like this and felt something was off, but he didn't know what to say. Holding back, he asked somewhat incomprehensibly, "Steven, does it have to be Kimberly?" He barely recognized the person in front of him. Was this still the same proud and arrogant Steven he knew? "Yes!" Steven answered without hesitation.

It's just him. What could be worse? His life right before his eyes is fading away, there would be no one to talk to, no one to share his pain and worries with. Never had he ever thought a day would come when he would look around him and not find David. Steven wished this plane would just crash and he would die. But he is the only one who deserves death, not these beautiful people here. Steven was too busy drowning in his own misery of thoughts when a little girl came up to him and gave him a single red flower. Steven looked at her for a while, he needed to be sure she was real and that he was not deluded. Steven leaned forward to take the flower from her. "Thank you, sweety." He said with a

“Wow.” “Hi, I’m Ki,” Ki stands up and they shake hands. “Steven,” he says. “Is this the bond thing?” “Yeah,” Ki says. “You are my second chance. My first mate died in battle. I have a son.” “I knocked up a stalker and I have a daughter,” Steven says. “Are you going to reject me?” Ki asks. “NO,” I yell. “Steven needs a minute to process this, but he is not going to reject you. He wouldn’t hurt you like that.”

He glanced at Vanessa again and then something like a light bulb went up in his head and he found himself smiling at his friend. “It’s not funny, Sean,” Steven growled. “I know, I know,” he said and tapped him on the shoulder, “calm down brother, she would be fine and let me handle Natasha for you.” While walking away, he added, “who would have thought you would find her tonight of all night and in my pack,” he chuckled. Steven frowned at what he said and he was prepared to refute but he found himself turning and walking back to the girl. He squatted beside her once more and held her bleeding hand. “Why aren’t you healing?”

Peter could not get the upper hand no matter how hard he tried. Charles and Steven felt the weird vibes too as they reached the top of the stairs. They rushed over just in time to see Peter duking it out with the mystery assailant. Steven narrowed his eyes, sizing up the situation, then leaped into the battle. It was not long before the attacker was gasping for breath, and with a swift kick from Steven, the figure was sent sprawling to the floor. Steven narrowed his eyes again, ready to pounce and catch the intruder, but the guy threw some kind of powder from his clothes, blinding Steven momentarily.

What set him apart from Nickson was his slightly softer aura and golden blonde hair color. "Hi. Steven Darragh. You can call me Steve." “Blakely Stander. Pleased to meet you." Blakely couldn't possibly refuse Steven's hand when he asked her to shake his hand. They then exchanged smiles and gazes that made the people in the place cheer up, except for Nickson. The look in his eyes conveyed annoyance that his damn cousin always took the opportunity to seduce a beautiful woman who lived up to his standards. And they have always liked to compete.