Showtime Steve Novels & Stories

Shouldn't he, with such enthusiasm, speak at once of his father? Wait a minute.. I have to pause this conversation between me and him for a while, did he say a cook? Housekeeper, cook and club? I furrowed my eyebrows as I hugged the pillow, wanting to think, but he quickly continued: You know?! Steve sometimes takes me for walks with his friends from college and buys me a lot of gifts.. Who is this Steve? He's Aunt Claudia's son! Uh ! This means that he is Chris's cousin.. I mean your father..

They stood as we approached—well, everyone except Steve, who only rose after his father shot him a look. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz,” Steve’s father greeted warmly, shaking my parents’ hands. “So do I, Mr. Harrisson. And to your wife as well,” Daddy replied. “Oh, by the way, this is my eldest, Lincoln Asher.” Lincoln shook Daddy’s hand politely. Steve, meanwhile, looked utterly uninterested. In seconds, the elders had ordered lunch, and conversation flowed—mostly about business—while Steve and I ate quietly.

he said patting his chest. “You are not alone Lily, I’m here for you. You are my friend and I will definitely take care of you. We will deal with him, Shane is right you leave that job and try for another one.” Steve said lovingly at her, squeezing the hand of hers comfortingly. Seeing both of them, she again burst into tears and hugged them both tightly. After some hours, Vessels rolling sound was heard from the kitchen, she couldn’t sit still on her bed and she rushed inside the kitchen to see, Steve and Shane cooking side by side.

As soon as she saw him, she messaged Steve. You’re being such a good girl. Take care of my Little and I’ll have a gift for you later. Steve sat in his own current rental car watching everyone file out of the church. Henry walked across the street to the shopping center parking lot. He left before the procession formed. “Chunk?” Steve said into the two-way radio piece around his neck, hidden under his collar. “I’ve got him.” Came the reply.

"Spencer thinks he knows your limits. He thinks you're the girl who cries in the rain. I want him to see you standing in his family’s house, holding the power he can never touch." He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear—the same gesture as before, but this time, his fingers lingered against my skin for a second longer than necessary. The coldness was still there, but beneath it, there was a spark of something lethal. "Six o'clock tonight," Steve said, turning to leave. "The car will be waiting. Don't be late again, Everly. I have a very short fuse for people who waste my time." Later that evening, the SUV pulled up to the Sterling Estate—a sprawling, neo-classical nigh

First, when I joined the company, I didn't know how the work process is here, but they helped me out. Chase was a happily married man with two kids. I've met them once, the older son, Jasper, and his younger daughter Julie. They both are adorable along with his sweet wife, whereas Steve is single. I felt eyes on me as I glanced at Steve, who was gazing at me with a smile. "Anything you want?" I raised a brow. "Believe me, Naomi, he wants.. ow.. -" Chase was cut off as Steve elbowed him on the stomach.

"Why dont you go wait for me in the car with Steve? Shantal puts her things into the big black truck-like vehicle parked outside of Steve's house and knocks on the rear passenger car door. Steve opens the door with an angered expression on his screen. "Oh, what'd I do? I'm sorry!" Shantal says frantically, not wanting to ruin her standing with Steve. "Not you." He says as he pulls her in quickly, landing her on the seat next to him. He puts his arm around her waist and sits and broods. Shantal blushes, looking down at his hand on her side.

“That reporter came into my private room undercover. I don’t care what she managed to film. Anyone stupid enough to come looking for trouble with me deserves a quick death. “Mr. Steve, I’ll be waiting for good news. “I’m sure our partnership will only get stronger. With your position and my support, what’s to stop Xander Corporation and the entire Xander empire from becoming yours one day? I’ll be counting on you then, Mr. Steve.” Steve knew that once he got dragged into that mess at the border, there was no turning back. He took two hard drags from his cigarette, crushed it out, and started the car. Late that night, he pulled into the underground garage of his villa, where his assistant ste

Rowen asks. "Shock value. My goal in life is to make Steve squeamish. Judging by the look on his face and the fact that he's rocking and sucking his thumb in a corner, I think I finally met my goal." "Is he really?" "No." Rowen chuckles. "Okay, well I'm headed home to change into something a little more TV appropriate. Any idea when this will air?" "Um, we're pretty booked tonight. So I'm guessing it'll run tomorrow." Steve throws a thumbs-up sign at me.

Stephen quickly served them some fresh, steaming coffee, his hands shaking slightly before he took his cue and exited the room, shutting the heavy oak doors behind him. Ethan immediately picked up his cup, taking a loud sip before turning to Marissa with a patronizing grin. "Marissa, remember my friend Xavier and Steve back from our university days? I told you about them before." Marissa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She lifted her chin, her eyes darting to mine for a brief, fleeting second before she looked away. "I think I do remember Steve... but not Xavier. No wonder he looked familiar when I first met him on the street."