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.

" Alexander rushes to his group, whispering. "That was very close." Lady Sabrina instructed everyone to take a deep breath. **** Steven stayed at his long-time friend's house, intending to follow him and get the perfect diamond for his lady. He arrived at the venue and was surprised to find his pal relaxing alone in the lounge. "What brings you here? "Are there no ladies?" Steven greeted, summoning one of the waiters. "I no longer have a lady. Didn't you realize that? "It's been a long time, my friend." They both hugged as he stood up.

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

And there he stood. A tall, broad-shouldered man with long, jet-black hair that fell down his back like ink, his eyes a brilliant stormy gray that crackled with untamed power. He wore a floor-length black robe made of something that shimmered like woven smoke, a garment that felt alive. There was a presence about him—something ancient, something unearthly. “Finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a melody soaked in danger. “We meet, Serena.” Serena shot up from her seat, her eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you?”

She also sat on one of the wooden benches and waited for her mother while surfing the internet. “Hello, excuse me are you Mrs. Adeline’s daughter?” asked someone who turned Rakia’s attention to her cell phone. She looked up and, for a moment, stared at the owner of blue eyes behind those thick black-rimmed glasses. Rakia smiled and nodded, “Yeah, that’s me.” “I’m Steven. Nice to meet you,” the man said politely with a gentle smile. Rakia knew what kind of man Steven was. Nerdy and mysterious. “Please, don’t be so formal, just call names.”