Ruby Steven Novels & Stories

she said in a much calmer tone forgetting the hunger eating her up. "Oh, sorry" he sighed over the phone "There was a meeting this morning with Mr Evans and he requested meeting you in person. I just told him that I would get back to him. He would be coming tomorrow in hopes of meeting you, he's likely the stubborn type. Can't strike the deal without seeing you" "Mr Evans? No biggie. I will show up tomorrow"........ New chapter 79

After Sean returns home, Harvey and Caroline are left in the office. Today they have no intention of dating because they are currently in the presence of a detective, Dalton. Yes, a professional detective Harvey hired to find out about Steve. Harvey was sure that something was wrong with Steve. “His name is Steve Hans and he is originally from the UK. He owns a fairly well-known law firm here. Those who know Steve admit that Steve is a kind and friendly person. There's no record of a crime, everything's clear, but there is one thing that is suspicious.” Dalton pulled out a file and it was the call history.

Yet Rylee remained passive, unaffected by my annoyance. “This came with the flowers he sent.” On Rylee’s stretched-out hand, a silver flash drive with a little gargoyle head enclosure rests. The thing is creepy as hell, its appearance is repulsive because all I can picture is the devil looking like that named Nathan Rogers. I rubbed my temple in circles, not reaching for the thumb drive. “Can you check its content for me, Ry?” I pleaded, leaning back on the chair with eyes closed. “My head is pounding.”

Soon, Steven and his gang from his company reached the venue. Immediately, both Daisy and I welcome them in. Steven was born mixed-blood and was six feet tall. His feature feature was chiseled, and he was quite outspoken. “Welcome!” “Hello! Nice to meet you all!” The second he made his entrance, he instantly garnered everyone’s undivided attention. Celebrities from all walks of life come forward to know him. “Wow! So, that’s the CEO of JK Technologies. He is a famous bachelor!” “Goodness gracious! I never thought he had been so young and handsome.”

answered my uncle. Steven is the caretaker of my father's mansion, as well as the head farmer of our vineyard. When my father lived, he cared for the workers and my mansion. Later, I heard my father fired him because he couldn't pay Steven like before. He is a 48-year-old man. "Oh, Luke?" Coincidentally, Steven came from the opposite direction, carrying a rabbit in his hand. It looked like he had just come home from hunting. "Seteven, that looks like a good catch," Agnes praised. I know she likes rabbit meat. Her eyes lit up seeing that.

I sat on one of the benches and took out my question paper to match the answers. I was taking out my books when I heard a deep voice, "Have you been waiting for me here, Ruby?" My heart almost jumped out of my chest at the sudden croaky voice. I slowly looked over my shoulder, my hands starting to shake, and found Steve looking at me, a mad glint in his eyes. I gulped, standing up, knowing that it wasn't the normal Steve. He was a psychopath right now who wanted nothing more than me. Be strong, Ruby, I told myself and stood my ground.

Andrew said, enthusiastic about the fight. "Good evening. Welcome to The Patio at Rudy's. My name is Raine, I will be your server this evening. Can I start you guys off with a drink and appetizers?" the young girl with black hair and beautiful tanned skin, full lips, and hourglass body features says, holding menus and handing the, out to us. "Yes, can I have a glass of Chardonnay?" Phoebe says. "I'll have a beer." uncle Fred orders.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.