Steg Universe Novels & Stories

Adam hung up but I still pretended to be talking to him saying, "Thanks Adam. See you in a couple of seconds since you're coming down. Right now. Oh hey, that's probably you I hear on the stairs." I made a point of saying that extra loud. A few seconds had passed and I wondered why he wasn’t doing anything. I turned to face my follower and it was a guy whose face was hidden under a black hoodie. He had a long stick-like weapon in his hand. Oh, no. Was he going to knock me out? Threaten me and take all my stuff? What stuff? I laughed mentally. No time for gallows humor!

Everything feels like it’s falling into place. The university is one of the most exclusive and highly regarded in the country. Most students here are either wealthy, brilliant, or both. Even so, I feel right at home. It’s fine that Theo didn’t choose to study here. He attends St. Peter’s University. That’s where uncle Greg also graduated, I believe. St. Peter’s is another top-tier school in the country, almost as prestigious as mine. Honestly, I think it’s better we go to different universities. It makes it easier to keep our relationship private.

from offshore distributors that were actually just accounts I controlled. Using my knowledge of the past, I targeted a small tech firm in the outskirts of Oakhaven called *Aegis Solutions*. In the future, they would be the ones to develop the first portable scanners for the *Stalkers*. Right now, they were a failing startup on the verge of bankruptcy. I bought them out anonymously for pennies. *Step Two: The Sovereign Space.* I closed my eyes and focused on the blue screen. *Enter.*

Obviously, he had cried a lot, but he pretended to be okay just to console Stella, who was still in disbelief. Mariah's stepchildren also made it to the hospital all in tears; their father was a prominent large-scale farmer whose life was centered around being good to people; they cried bitterly for Mariah, too, the only woman who had made their father happy after the demise of their mother. Stella exited the bed as she watched the bodies being loaded out of the hospital and transferred to the morgue; fear gripped her, and she looked over at Peter and Paul; one day, she was going to die too. Would these two youngsters be okay? Her heart sank as she watched the reality of death’s brutality un

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.

Before Ella could retort back, the door once again opened and entered, Elias, with Stephan following behind him. "Hey Aunt El and Lena." Elias came forward, a small smile playing on his lips. I nodded back, blankly. "Is my room a freaking fish market?" "Yes, octopus, turtles live-" "Its time guys, we need to leave." Stephan intervened. His eyes momentarily connecting with mine. The same anger, pain and hurt swirled in his eyes just like every other man in this household held.

I am left here to ponder about my own misfortune. I cannot be a stealer. It’s impossible. Stealers were creatures of myth and legend. Bad omens, the worst kind of creature to exist according to the stories, but not real. I'd never heard of a stealer existing anywhere in North America, much less the rest of the world. Even the legends are so obscure that I barely know what a stealer even is. I believe it has something to do with unmated men and widowed pack members. On top of everything, the topic is a large taboo.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

There was a knock at my door. "What?" I snarled. Rogers entered, his expression calculating. "I have a proposal for you," he said. "A way to get rid of Luna Mira once and for all. And take down my dear brother in the process." I turned to face him fully. "I'm listening." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator who'd just found wounded prey. "Good. Because I'm going to need your help. And your knowledge of Evergreen Pack's defenses."