Pink Steven Novels & Stories

A sharp whistle cut through the noise. “Well, I will be damned,” someone said. “The girl and the golden boy.” Hawk stepped from the shadows with a beer in hand. The old bastard hadn’t changed—same scar across his nose, same mean glint in his eyes. He’d once run with the Steel Vipers before splitting off due to a disagreement, breaking the clubs apart for good. The man carried weight that came from years on the road and blood on his boots. He looked at Ashley like she’d crawled out of a grave. “You made it out of that fire pit?”

he said with evil grin. "I want to make this world a better place with all powers mine" he said an laugh like crazy man. Anna felt a chill through her spine. He was mad, he was not brother. "You are so stupid stupid enough to believe that I am your goodie goodie Steven, technically, yes I am but you will see when you see my eyes" he said and moved ahead his eyes were black full black. A black eyed.

Chapter 24. Subtitle: she is secretive. Crimson checked her reflection in the mirror one more time before stepping out of the room with her black purst in her hands, she whipped out her phone from her bag and made to dial Kevin's line again but her phone was suddenly snatched away by Steven.

“You think he won’t smell the fear in his packhouse? You think he won’t smell your scent all over my room?” Steven’s smile faltered for half an instant before it tightened. “Greg is too much of a pussy to be king,” he said quietly. “And by the time he does find out, I’ll just say you lied.” I had to do something and fast. I reached back behind me, my hand grazing the edge of the nightstand and closing over something cold and heavy – a metal candlestick holder. I struck him with everything in me as hard as I could, hitting Steven square in the side of his head.

- Steven said "Is that why you both truly look alike.. Sometimes I wonder if you were the man that I had a one night stand with.. But your eyes are blue, and your beards is making me confused, but Mavin doesn't keep beards and his eyes are white.. Pure white and looking also colourless.." - I said, as I finally walked up to the dinning table to meet Steven. Steven eyes only narrowed at me when I said that I had thought that he was the man that I had slept with.

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

His hand shot out to grip my hip. My eyes darted up to his, and the words died on my lips when our eyes locked. His eyes were almost like Severide’s, very unusual but unique. There weren’t a lot of people who had such pale gray eyes with darker rings around the irises. “You have amazing eyes,” I whispered. He smiled. “So do you.” “You still haven’t told me which brother you are.” “Take a wild guess, brown eyes.” He just gave himself away. “Steven.”

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust. “Good,” he replied.