Ruby Steven Novels & Stories

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

"Tell me: why are you here? Did Joshua get you to come, or was it Jim? I'm telling you, I can forgive all the other pranks you did on me before, but not this one! If you're not going to properly coax me, I won't stop being angry!" Steven furrowed his brow and looked at the stubborn woman in front of him. He knew that she was immersed in her fantasy and would not listen to anything he said. Thus, he furrowed his brow and sternly spoke, "Miss, I'm going to tell you one last time. I'm not Luke Jones; my name is Steven Hughes. Take care." Then, he turned around and strode away. Gwen furrowed her brow. Steven Hughes? Why did that name sound so familiar? It was as if she had heard it somewhere.

Do you take me for a fool who would set himself up to be caught just to get revenge? The look on Steven's face made Scott hesitate. Was this man telling the truth? Indeed, the Steven he knew wouldn't be that stupid to try taking him out after a public threat. He would have calculated that it would backfire. Steven was infamous for infiltrating companies and leaving with huge chunks. He was such an evil mastermind. There were no records of him resorting to violence to get what he wanted. He used his brain and was as slick as slime. But if Steven didn't try to kill him, who did?

His name is Steven and he is a human. Steven: Hello sir. Me: Hello Steven. Steven: Hope you have not forgotten that you have twenty places to model tomorrow. Me: I have forgotten, can't you for God sake help me reduce the list. Steven: Okay sir, but I can only cut out five companies that are willing to pay fifty million dollars. Me: Yeah, do so.

When June Lee saw Harvey sipping on his tea, she could not help but frown with her sharp eyes. “This is Young Master Steven Walker. If he were in the barren wasteland, South Light, his status would be higher than the first-in-command there! “Your entire family is blessed because you are able to meet him! “Why are you still sitting there? Get up and greet him already!” Harvey continued sipping his tea and merely ignored June. Steven squinted his long and narrow eyes, then chuckled without moving a muscle. “So, you’re the disgusting toad who wants a piece of gold that Hazel told me about… No, no, no, Harvey York!

She was raging inside but yelling at the mediocre staff would not pass her message across. "It's ok. I understand; you don't make the rules- Richard does. Just tell him I said he will hear from me soon. Have a nice day." "You too, ma'am. I'm really sorry about this," Steven kept apologizing. His conscience had a whip in hand and was tearing him up with it. She might not know him but he knew so much about her, having done his homework well before getting that job. He had also heard the news of her husband's passing away on the news at the betting pool house, where he had been hanging out with his best mates. Everyone had known Mr Peter for his easygoing nature and philanthropic inclination. H

The lady said after Steven was done "Yeah, right" Steven said, trying so hard not to scratch his hair "Once again, I'm sorry" "It's fine. No need for the apologies anymore" The lady said, her hazel eyes meeting Steven's grey ones "I'm Vandana Larson, by the way. Dana for short" The lady said, stretching her hand out for a handshake "Steven Chase" Steven said, taking her hand "Nice meeting you Steven" "The feeling is mutual Dana" "Can I call you Dana?" Steven asked afterwards

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

I looked horrible. The dark circles under my eyes seemed like they were only growing larger. I adjusted my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. How had I come out without jewellery? Had I even brushed my hair? A man appeared on the other side of the split screen. He had salt and pepper hair and looked like he was in his fifties. “Mrs Stanley?” He leaned forward adjusting his wire rimmed glasses. I managed a tight lipped smile “Hello, Good morning.” He nodded. “Good morning. I’m Steven Owsten. I’m the senior auditor with E&J. Thank you for reaching out to us.”