Steve Martin Novels & Stories

In the Werewolf Empire, apart from the small packs, there are only two big packs. These two packs, The White wolf pack and the Black wolf pack, swore allegiance to each other to be brothers for life. Not until White wolf pack decided to join hands with the small packs to destroy the Black wolf pack. Lydia Martin is the Princess of the Werewolf Empire and White wolf pack. She’s the King's only daughter and will be turning 18, after her mother’s death her father became her worst enemy. Her father the King, decided to throw a feast to celebrate her 18th birthday, although this party was being held to mark her coming of age, her father intended to give her out to be nobles of the small pack who helped him conquer the Black wolf pack so as to maintain peace relationship with them when he heard of their plan to attack his own kingdom so they can become the big packs. Derek Hales, the Alpha of the Black-wolf pack and the enemy of the White wolf pack. His parents were killed by White-wolf packs and the Smaller packs, three years ago when he was just 19. He must avenge the death of his parents and his pack and take back the empire which is rightfully his. And he picked the day of the feast when Lydia would be turning 18 and when all the packs who helped kill his parents and pack will be together so he can strike once. What happens when Derek and Lydia finds out they are mate on the day of the attack and Derek drags her to his pack. Derek and Lydia both struggles through the twists and turns as they tried to build a relationship out of the ashes.

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.

As the quality control supervisor of an import company, I need to finish up the storage of the final batch of king crabs before the holiday. Just after entering the subzero freezer, the door is immediately locked shut. The alarm system also fails. When I realize I'm starting to lose body heat, I immediately take out the hand warmers from the emergency kit. However, the moment I apply them, a chilling sensation makes me instantly realize something is wrong. I scream from the cold, and the walkie-talkie transmits the boisterous laughter of my fiance, Martin Clay. "We're live-streaming the challenge of locking the company's 'Ice Queen' in the freezer. Let's see how long she lasts!" The flirty voice of his female colleague, Lilian Saunders, also comes through, "Sierra, smile for the folks in the live stream! The number one donor wants to see it!" I instantly understand that they're live-streaming a prank on me. Not only do they lock me in the freezer, but they've also replaced my life-saving hand warmers with cooling patches meant for fevers! I grit my teeth, trying hard to stay calm as I call out to them for help. "The spare… spare hand warmers… Give them to me!" My fiance's voice rings out from the walkie-talkie, sounding unconcerned, "Oops! Lily gets cold easily, and it's her time of the month. The spares are all being used to keep her belly warm! "You're so healthy that you can just jump around a little and you'll warm up! You might even get some tips from the number one donor!" I stop arguing with them. With frozen hands, I pull out the signal flare gun and aim it at the most valuable and mysterious cargo in the freezer—a tube of frozen sperm worth 200 million dollars.