Spinel X Steven Novels & Stories

Xander wrapped me in his arms, steady and strong. "I know," he said, voice low. "I've seen everything. Don't cry." Xander had already been freaking out when I didn't answer my phone. Then he saw the video—and came straight to the hospital. Steven, clueless, sneered, "Perfect timing. I was about to hunt down your little side piece, and here he is, walking right up to me." Xander's stare went razor-sharp. "You must really have a death wish." "You slept with my wife and still act tough? I'll kill you!" Steven barked, throwing a punch.

"Oh, c'mon, I know you still can't forget the night you had with that woman, that's why you can't bring yourself to have sex with another woman." It was only then that Steven understood who he was referring to. He keeps nothing secret from him and he is the same with him. He had just arrived in their country, so he certainly didn’t know the news. "Where did you see her?" he asked nonchalantly. "So you've seen her." Xander was stating the fact. Steven poured wine into his glass and did not answer him. Xander grinned as he carefully read the expression on his best friend's face. And silent means yes.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

Questions came to him like waves, overwhelming his breath, submerging him fully. He was surrounded by unanswered questions and plenty of urgent matters. Amelia and the cub were his utmost priority. Then came Kieth and the mess of the blessed wolf and powerful existence. And at last, was the Scarlett Witch and a bleak possibility of Alpha Drefan. Thinking of the long forgotten name, Steven’s pupils trembled violently. It was this man and his ruthless, unconventional thirst for power that wreaked havoc in their lives.

As they conversed, waiting for the history teacher, Mr. Collins, to enter and take the class, Steven and his four friends sauntered into the classroom, walking directly to where Clara and her friends sat. Steven had a lopsided grin on his face as he approached them, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Well, hello. Sorry for disturbing your little chit-chat, but I just have something to say,” he said, adjusting his blue expansive leather jacket with a smug look.

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.

I could see his jaw growl as he stared at my wounded lips. Sparingly the edge of my lip lifted, at once I shrugged. I just want to say that I'm okay but I don't know what's going on even though it's clear to me what his family member means. "Hey!" Steven turned to Dexter, "what are you doing?" "Let me, I saw him spying on us. He's a spy-" "He's not a spy!" Steven pulled at Dexter's leg when he forced to pull back. Dexter grinned, "Let's see."

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.

He was good-looking in a cute way. “Are you Miss Smith?” He required scanning me as if looking for a particular detail. “Yes,” I replied, waiting for him to say his business, but he laughed shyly. “He did say it was a blonde beautiful lady,” He added. Blonde? Beautiful? Was it Edward who sent him? “Who are you? I don't know you?” I enquired. “I apologize, where are my manners?” He cleared his throat and stretched out his hand. “I am Steven Spencer. Mr Dan's assistant.” I took his hand, shaking him. “He asked me to be here early to make sure you settle in well”

"And right now, I’m standing on the ashes." Steve stepped forward, sliding his hand onto my waist. There was no 'predatory grace' or flowery nonsense. He just put his hand there, possessive, letting Spencer know there was no more room for him in this life. Spencer went dead quiet. He stared at Steve’s hand, then at the ruby ring on my finger. His face, which had been bright red from screaming, turned a sickly shade of gray—like he’d just seen a ghost. "You... you’re with Steve Sterling?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "Since when?"