Steve Martin Novels & Stories

Luther asked. Steven. It’s been a long time. Uncle Martin smirked. Yes, it has, and you will be dealt with for your betrayal. He smirked. I submitted to her. Uncle Martin admitted. She is and always has been the TRUE QUEEN of the were and supernatural kingdoms and the human realms. Uncle Martin admitted. You were always a weak one Martin, that mate of yours made you soft. Steven snorted. By the way where is she? I haven't seen her. He questioned. You don't need to worry about her, she's safe from you. Martin snapped. You always want things and people you can't have. It's about time someone told you no.

She breathed looking down to the floor this time, "Steve is the name of that best friend of mine, the very one I stayed with when I was sent parking by the landlord, he had been my childhood friend and his mother is Linda, we both knew how his mother died and mourned her together, but recently, a different side of the story emerged!" Ryan blurted recalling the pain in Steve's eyes,

he asked, genuine curiosity tingeing his voice. Martin shook his head, his gaze turning distant. "I have other plans," he replied vaguely. "Oh, really? Where are you off to?" he asked, attempting to mask his curiosity. Without skipping a beat, Martin dismissed the question with deliberate nonchalance. "You guys have fun. You can leave now," he stated, effectively shutting down any further inquiry. Steve nodded, absorbing the subtle message, and bowed before retreating from Martin's study. Once the door clicked shut, Steve clenched his fists, frustration coursing through his veins. Martin's dismissal had left him crestfallen, his question unanswered and snubbed.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

One of the other security asks; "Where is Steve" "Somewhere in the cave back there." He grabs my shirt and says; "We got to go and find him." I rip his hands off my shirt and says; "I saw the gash on his leg, and it was massive. I also saw a human skull in the cave. The teeth of whatever is in there are almost dinosaur-like teeth. I tell you now that if you go back in there, you are not coming out. Steve gave his life so that I can get back here to give you his message. It was to get out of here and do not go and look for him."