Showtime Steve Novels & Stories

I smirked. He raised his hands and pulled the mask away in a swift move. Steve? “Surprise!!!” He extended both hands like an uncle who was surprising his nephew. “What the hell are you doing here? Why are you here and this? The nerve of you,” I said. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that Bruno was already on his feet. He is moving close to me, one hand on his shoulder. “You don't look as surprised as I expected. Were you perhaps expecting me?” I knew Steve was a madman, but I never pegged him as a psycho. He must be good at hiding it well. “Who should I kill first?” Steve asked.

He turned his back on Shane and retraced his steps to the chair, where he sat down. "Okay boss!" As soon as Shane had gone, Steve took up his phone and began dialling a number as soon as he had a moment to himself. The person who was on the other end of the line answered the call almost as soon as it was placed. "How are you this morning, Mr Steve!" The phone was answered by a man of middle age, who spoke with a tone that exuded a great deal of difference. "Good morning, doctor! I'm hoping Shane could run into you somewhere in the city right now." Steve doesn't waste much time and gets right to the point of phoning him without any delay.

Hawkins poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down again, this time with a more serious look in his eyes. He turned to Steve. “Son, can I ask you something?” Steve looked up. “Of course dad, what is it?” Mr. Hawkins placed his cup on the table, folded his hands together, and looked straight at Steve. “Where were you for all that time?” Steve looked down for a moment, as if searching for the right words. He picked up his own cup but didn’t drink from it. “There was something that happened at Gabste,” he said quietly. “Nothing too serious, just work stuff. Things got a bit messy and I didn’t want to worry anyone.”

Charle’s POV “I’m here to give you a warning, Charles,” Steve said, his voice low and menacing. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? Living your happy little life with your perfect wife, blissfully unaware of what’s coming for you.” I felt a knot form in my stomach, a sense of dread creeping over me. “What are you talking about, Steve? Get to the point.” Steve smirked, a twisted gleam in his eyes. “I know your little secret, Charles. And let me tell you, it’s going to blow up in your face. You thought you could leave me behind, but you’re not getting away that easily.”

Epilogue - Miley's Point-of-View Steve was sentenced to death. Before the execution, I went to see him one last time. Through the iron bars, he taunted, "Miley, you cost me the career I cared about most, and I cost you the sister you loved most. Guess we're even." I didn't take the bait. Instead, I kept my voice calm as I replied, "Steve, according to your plan, your wife, son, and parents should be safely out of the country by now, right?"

She turned her head and asked them, "You think you might want to watch a couple of old ladies eat each other's pussies?" They all quickly agreed that they did, but Steve's polite reply of, "Oh, yes! Please, Mrs. M! That would be awesome!" amused her given the circumstances. Steve was probably James's best friend and the one he had known the longest. He had spent many nights at their house and Darlene really liked him. He was black, handsome, and a bit taller than the others. He had the trim, athletic body of a swimmer, a tight, round ass, and an erection befitting his physical stature, his youth, and his ethnicity. Darlene had always wondered about that. She knew it was stereotyping, but dam

2 years later "I know... I can't make it right now. I'm already on the road heading back to my hometown. You understand how it is. I need to give Dad a full update on how things are going with the company." Theo's voice was low and steady as he held his phone to his ear, his eyes fixed on the highway stretching out ahead of us. His thumb tapped a quiet rhythm against the steering wheel, a small tell that he was trying to wrap up the call but didn't want to seem rude.

‘Such a caring and a loving couple’ the waiter said to himself. Steve’s assistant was waiting in the car for his boss when he saw his boss coming out with his fiance he fished out his phone and clicked a picture poting it in the group of his college friends. Steve and Rion had been friends since their college time. They had a nice friendship. their friend circle only had another one more member who was out of the town right now. “Go to SeaBed Apartments,” Steve ordered as the couple sat in the car. “What have you planned for the Han family? And what is the store for?” Steve asked suddenly. “Nothing special, just be ready to watch a good show. And that store is for my use, I will call you at

Steve said. He was obviously bewildered, but he thought his little brother is pulling fun of this matter and got angry. “It’s not any joke, Steve I am serious.” Ethan then told Steve everything. First, it was a call from Mike and his conversation with him, then a call from Evelyn Harrison and the shocking revelation. The news made Steve frozen for several minutes at the place he was sitting. “Is that true?” Steve only able to utter three words coming out of his shock. “Steve, I know it’s more than a shock for you, but it’s true. Just look at this.”

"It's Loraine's uncle Jay. I want you to meet him and know him better. He'll be of great help to you for your studies and business." "Okay," I nod and sit down. Another cup of coffee later, a black Sedan comes to a stop on the gravel driveway beside this lawn. Mr. Steve places his half-eaten biscuit on the plate and stands up. "My best man!" He spreads his arms as a man gets out of the car. He's a short height, almost 5'5. I stand up too and see his bald head, his twisted smile, and glinting evil eyes. I stumble back and hold the chair. My heart feels like drowning. Only if Dad had shot Joshua Stevens instead of Mom.