Steve Creeper Minecraft Novels & Stories

Jack continues, breaking me out of my fear induced trance. "Trust me, you're not gonna find coke this clean anywhere else in California. My supply is for the elites." Zac says, gaining my attention as he attempt to pass me the straw once again. I continue to shake my head no, trying my hardest to decline their offer without being rude. "I really just don't want to-" I say timidly before being cut off by Jack as he roughly grabs my face and turns my entire body around to face him. My eyes connect with Jack's fully dilated eyes, having more fear shoot throughout me as I whimper from his tight grip.

he asked as gently as he could, feeling worse when the guy flinched. "I was walking back to my place after a night out with some friends when I come across his scent, it was like nothing I had ever smelt before" Steve said with a shudder, remembering the way the scent of crocuses and lavender and Pure Omega had wrapped around him and dragged him down the street. "I followed the scent into an abandoned house, a vampire den, I almost ripped the place apart until I found the door down to the basement. He was there, trapped in the corner. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen" he whispered around the lump in his throat.

his voice was low and dangerous. Steve smirked and stood. "Fine you can have the virgin word to the wise she ain't never putting out," he said as he moved to walk past Creed. Creed grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. "You may think your mere existence is important but I can snuff your lights out and sleep peacefully tonight Steven." Steve struggled as Creed applied pressure. His face began turning red as he made struggling sounds for air. "Creed let him go," I said and Creed turned to look at me. He let go of Steve's neck and straightened out his baseball jacket.

she asked her younger sister. "No. But his aura is—" "Like the aura of a werewolf, you mean?" interrupted the man casually as soon as he finished taking off his shoes and closed the door of his apartment, extending his right hand to Veronica, who was still motionless in her place. “Gavin Brooklyn. I'm Steve's subordinate. You know him, right?"

“We don’t have all day. The sun is already coming out and we still have to gather our warriors for today’s movement.” Rhea walked up to the freezer slowly and stared at the body of Steve that was still struggling to get its freedom from its temporary prison. “Melias Sidente supelè cristis. Rhea Damon.” Rhea watched as Steve shrieked and held his head in his hands in pain. A white light burst out from his being shooting the roof of the building open and illuminating the whole world for a split second. Everywhere went quiet immediately after and Layla tapped Rhea on the shoulder.

As the gunman begged off, Steve wiped his cheek on his shoulder and left a red stain of blood. What she saw next could only be described as a man possessed by the devil. His eyelids lowered until she could barely see the color of his eyes. His right cheek rose and twitched slightly as his lips pressed firmly together in a wicked grin. He pulled her face so close to his that his hot breath scorched her ear. He whispered demonically, “Little sister, you’re gonna pay for what you’ve done to Wheezer and me. Dr. Chappo’s gonna have to wait his turn, ’cause you and I have a little score to settle.” Wheezer came limping down the hall and leaned against the wall, glaring at her. Steve turned his hea

“Steve, just for your information, the only way to get rid of being Cucked is for the man that did it to disappear; enjoy your time in prison, and don’t let the soap fall in the shower.” Blake retorted, making Steve realize his position was not too favorable. It would not take much for Blake to get someone to kill him in prison or make the rest of his life miserable.