Steve From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Lina? Can I have a quick word with you outside?“ Steve's voice cut through the fog of lust that was starting to form over Theon and me. I cleared my throat as I turned away from Theon to face him. “Sure.“ My lips stretched in a smile. “Let's go.“ Theon stiffened beside me, and I turned to cast a look at him. His eyes looked dark, like he was stopping himself from saying something or stopping me from going out. What the hell was going on there? He dropped my gaze, plopping a grape from my bowl into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he chewed deliberately slowly, eyes once again locked on mine. “Lina?“ Steve urged. I snapped out of the haze and turned away from Theon for the secon

I yelled again but no response came. It was obvious no one was inside the house. I began walking back to the front door when someone suddenly came inside. I looked up and saw Steve standing in the door way. He had his neck severally bandaged. We glared at each other and the memories of the past... When we've been friends... best of friends, filled my heart. I breathed in. "Why are you doing this?, You could have died." "Spare me all that and tell me she's save."

Jeremy pov: The wind was blowing wildly in my face as I stared outside the car window, lost in my thoughts about Oliver. Steve was driving, but my mind was still stuck on him. I knew better than to bring him up in front of Steve, the mere mention of Oliver's name freaks him out. But, can you blame him? Oliver is not a pleasant person at all. He has caused nothing but pain to not just me, but everyone who ever cared about him. He hurt Steve, Mrs. Hamilton, River, Maggie - all of us.

The knife was something Steve had picked up from a convenience store near the airport. Its blade glinted with cold light. "Rachel!" His voice rasped raw. "Give me back my money!" Rachel shrieked, darting behind the foreigner. "Steve? What are you doing here? Alen, get him out!" The foreigner frowned and stepped forward, trying to shove Steve aside. "Who the hell are you? Get out!" But Steve ignored him. His eyes were fixed only on Rachel's deceitful face. He thought of how he had turned against Cassidy for her, how he had abandoned their wedding for her, how he had squandered his entire fortune—all for her—only to be discarded like an empty wallet.

I asked him in a flabbergasted manner " Alpha pack! Any problem" Steve said with more and more boldness in his voice " Not good," I said in a depressed tune " Who's your pack leader ?" I asked keeping myself in suspense " Simon and he stays in California" he responded dropping the bag he carried around on the ground ( bare floor) " What pack are you in?" Steve said pointing towards me who looked depressed " Omega" I responded with a was voice " Same," Lovie said " Nice" Steve responded with his usual smile

" The call ended quickly, yet I knew things wouldn't be that easy to resolve. After all, it was impossible for leeches to give up on a refillable blood bag. … As expected, my lawyer told me they refused to cooperate. They were still staying there when I returned home half a month later. Dad was the one who saw me first. He came over to greet me happily, wanting to give me a hug. "You're finally back, Heidi! I'm sure you haven't been eating well on the cruise. What do you want to eat? I'll cook them for you," he said. I stepped aside to avoid him. "There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Jordan Lewis."

Call me evil, I don’t mind. “That’s enough, Freddie,” Collins finally spoke up when he noticed Steve was on the verge of tears. I smirked. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re about to cry, Steve. You’re a guy, remember?” At that, Steve nearly lost it. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, leave me alone, Freddie! I never said I was going to cry, and I won’t! I’m a man!” he yelled. He didn’t wait for me to say anything else. He stormed off, heading outside.

“You are an outsider,” A heavily scarred bald werewolf said as he glared angrily at Steve. “This war does not concern you.” Steve looked behind the man and saw the ninety-nine men suited with drawn swords standing behind him. It was going to get bloody. He knew this. “Do you really care if I am here or not?” Steve asked. “Because there are people inside who do not even know that a war is brewing, they came to have a good time, and from the look of it, you are going to kill them either way.”

He reached for the glass of water on his table, took a small sip, then placed it back gently. After a few seconds, he pulled out his phone, scrolled through the contacts, and tapped on Stooper’s number. The phone rang twice before the familiar deep voice came through. “Steve?” “Hi buddy,” Steve said, keeping his voice low. “We have a problem.” There was a short pause before Stooper asked, “What is it? Is it about Simon?” Steve sighed and stood up from his seat, walking slowly to the window. "Yes, he escaped from that place.”

His voice carried from the microphone on the outside of the pod. “Fifty,” Steve replied. “Looks more like ten or so to me.” “Hey, do me a favor,” Steve said. “Go get the cops and let us out.” “You’re a funny one,” the vampire replied. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that.” “Where are you from? I didn’t know we had any foreigners locked up?” “I’m from London originally. Moved to the states back in the sixties.” “How did I not know that?” Steve asked.