Steve From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

He sat down, leaned back lazily in his chair, and pulled out his phone, ignoring everyone… except one person. Drake. Because just as Drake settled into his seat and dared to release a shallow breath, a figure loomed beside him. It was Steve. The room hadn’t returned to its usual buzz, but Steve didn’t seem to care. He wore a wide, disarming grin. The kind you’d expect from a childhood friend catching up, not a guy who’d humiliated you in front of the entire class last week. “Well, well…” Steve said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, but soft enough to sound friendly.

" Yes, I do mean it. I have to be on my way now. There are certain cleanings and the rest I may need to do at home before we set out." " Alright man. " Mike said. " No worries. I will come over to your place later. " " Take care. " " And we are coming together. " He eyed Helen. " That will be great. I will be expecting. Take care of yourself ,Helen." " Thank you. " Helen replied. Steve walked straight to the door without turning back . He stopped and looked back at them. " See you later. " He opened the door to leave. " Argh!!" He screamed out as force sent him flying back into the room. He struggled to get his balance as he staggered backwards at great speed like the wheels of a car with a

“I originally applied as a designer, but she said my organizational skills were better than my sketches. So…boom…. I became her assistant.” Jeff chuckled lightly, leaning against the counter. “And you’ve worked for her since then?” “Yep,” Steve replied, straightening his shirt. “And I’m not just her assistant, now we’re friends too. She’s strict, but she’s got a soft heart. She just hides it under that calm, cold face of hers.” Jeff studied him carefully, his gaze flickering over Steve’s composed expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if measuring something. Steve was tall, confident, and had that sharp, polished look; his mixed foreign features only made him stand out more.

I wouldn't fail her, no way. Taking a deep breath, I headed to the packhouse, praying Liam would listen, that he'd see through Lucy's bullshit. "Ava, wait," a soft voice whispered low. I turned to see Steve half-shifting from wolf to human, struggling to pull his shirt over his broad chest, his warm breaths misting in the cold air. "I'll be right back," I muttered, turning away, quickening my pace toward the packhouse, my thoughts racing.

The man grunt with his voice deep and scary but Steve wasn't moved, He won't stop staring at his face, the resemblance was clear and vivid, there was just no difference except for the beards which and grown more than the one he saw in the picture, He could feel the young girl cower behind him, she was whimpered pleading for his help, there was no doubt she doesn't want the man to get hold of her, "I said get the hell outta there or I'll skin you alive!!!!" The man howled with a raised voice, The men with him were waiting for his order, Steve shut his eyes and opened it again to be sure he wasn't dreaming, his father had dumped him for his mother long ago, he left them for no reason, just bec

"Fine by me. Neve needed a bigger play area anyway. I've already had someone knock down the walls and convert your room." It wasn't up for discussion. Instead, he was simply informing me. If this had happened back then, I would have been heartbroken. But now, I only replied, "Whatever." After I cut off contact completely, my family never looked for me again. It was as though I was nothing more than a cheap old coat they'd thrown away. I started working like crazy at a fast-food joint in the neighborhood, just to numb myself. In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read.

He stood up, humming a tune as he headed back to the room. Paige called from inside, "I want grilled ribs! Two racks of them!" "Alright, I'll buy them for you right away," Steve replied gently. I remained seated on the cold floor, the blood on my face already dried. After what felt like an eternity, I took my phone from my pocket and dialed a long-forgotten number. The call connected almost instantly. "Addie? Is that you?" "Ian Doyle," I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I have a video of Steve in a pigsty. Can you help me spread it?"

Three months changed everything. Not in a loud, cinematic way. Not in explosions or blood or fight. But in slow, deliberate steps that rebuild empires. The Steel Vipers weren’t the same club they had been before the fall of Marco Delgado and before that night where lines blurred and unity ignited into something unbreakable. The clubhouse felt different now because someone had tightened every loose bolt and reinforced every weak beam. Ashley. And everyone damn well knew it. The sun beat down hot and merciless across the Nevada highway, glinting off the bikes polished metal. The Vipers lined up in formation, engines rumbling low, restless and hungry. Dust swirled under their tires.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

You would have looked more beautiful if it weren't for those rags you are putting on" I felt angry after those words came out of his mouth and I could feel the anger of my siblings but I gestured that they leave it and allow me to deal with it. "Why do you find joy in humiliating others?" He laughs and wipe his shirt feeling himself but I ignored his sauciness. Steve is no lie a very handsome guy. He is tall, almost taller than my brother but muscular. He has green eyes and broad shoulders and pointed nose. I heard he is the center of attraction in this town. Girls fall on his feet. Many even fight over him but I call that stupidity.