Pink Steven Novels & Stories

“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.”

I didn't even have pets, I should probably convince dad to get me one after this. “ Steven, I'm fucking tired of this dweeb! If we leave him to keep ranting, he'll think he can just walk all over us, ” he yelled at the tanned guy. So his name was Steven, point noted. I guess my attempt to annoy them was finally proving useful. “ You bastard, ” Steven punched him in the stomach making him bend over in pain. Did he just cough out blood? I noticed Chloe shaking in fear, as she tried to hold back her tears.