Ruby Steven Novels & Stories

She breathed looking down to the floor this time, "Steve is the name of that best friend of mine, the very one I stayed with when I was sent parking by the landlord, he had been my childhood friend and his mother is Linda, we both knew how his mother died and mourned her together, but recently, a different side of the story emerged!" Ryan blurted recalling the pain in Steve's eyes,

Our usual set up was, I would introduce myself to his business associates if they needed anything from me, a coffee maybe, a pen or whatever they needed. ‘’You’re hiding a gem in your office, Devin” the old man named Mr. Ruso spoke, his eyes taking over my body from head to toe and licked his lips disgracefully. “Can I have a dance with you, Ms. Green.” He looks like a dirty old man and my hand around Devin’s biceps tightened, but Devin pressed my hands gently, again.

“I’m so disappointed.” I rolled my eyes at his theatrics, folding my arms across my chest. He didn’t seem like a thief at all. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, it was clear he belonged here somehow. Still, I wanted to hear it from him directly. “Leandro never mentioned anyone. So who are you, really?” I pressed, raising a brow. His lips curved into a grin as he extended a hand toward me. “I’m Steven. Leandro’s best friend.”

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

he asked. "I’m okay. I’m great! I didn't recognize you right away.. I mean look at you now.. Wow!" I said. Rex is handsome, and it’s been long since the last time we saw each other. "Oh Ri, it's still me. By the wat, I messaged you on your I***a-gram account. You haven't read it yet," he said. I was about to speak when Steven stood next to me and extended his hand to Rex. "I'm Steven," Steven's arrogant and authoritative self-introduction. It’s obvious to his face that he’s mad.

I smiled happy to see the box of sweet martabak available on the table, immediately I landed the buttocks disofa then poked a piece of sweet martabak with a variant of milk cheese flavor. "Tell Me what Steven is," he said, making me aware of Steven's presence in the singles chair. "Since when are you, Stev? why don't I see you!" I said. "Just arrived. Want to see Jeno, but he said Jeno again went with Hanin." replied Steven. Steven is very close with Jeno from childhood, their familiarity even exceeds the familiarity of Jeno and Javier who are notabene his own siblings. "Didn't you tell Jeno if you wanted to come?" I replied, busy chewing.

Steva begged him and then started sobbing heavily but Steven still didn’t spare her a glance. “My name is Steven Aldrich, not Steve. And if you want a divorce you could hire any lawyer, my wife has just passed away and you are here the next second trying to pull me back to that dirt of my past… Laura had brought me out from the dark and she never wanted me to go back into the dark.” Steven said coldly and then stood up, “I guess you won’t leave, so I am leaving.” And with that, Steven strode out of the church steadily while Steva stared at his back with sadness and guilt.

Up close, he smelled like pine and smoke, a comforting mix that made my stomach flutter unexpectedly. "Over there, by the sorting table," I said, pointing. Our fingers brushed as he handed me the manifest, and a spark jumped between us, warm against the drafty air. "Thanks. I'm Stevie, by the way. I run this chaos." "Jacob," he said, smiling faintly, lines crinkling at his eyes. "Heard about the drive. Figured I'd lend a hand. Beats sitting home alone with a tree that won't light right."