Steve Pictures Minecraft Novels & Stories

They both turned to meet a girl and boy behind them. "Yeah?" Steve replied. "Um, sorry to disturb you but we were wondering if you could take a picture of us," the girl asked, stretching a camera towards Steve. "Of me and my boyfriend." "Oh, sure," Steve got up, collecting the camera from her. "Okay you both ready?" Steve smiled at the couple. "Three, two, one..." Liam turned, watching Steve take the couple's picture. They seemed happy- they were smiling with the guy's arms around the girl's waist. They changed their poses a few more times and Steve was done taking their pictures.

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

Ju-Steve, can you do me a fa-favor ? "Hmm....Y-yes..." hummed in response, he don't want to talk more, bite his lips in between teeth since he was having hard moments to control his emotion, as he looked at her again, she can see his eyes were red as well as his ears, "T-take a picture of u-us, a family even if I know it is not real but I want to see this one last time...... Can y-you ?" As he fixed his phone and took pictures of them where she was holding her baby in her arm, kissed his temple, she was still so much pain, he can see it, he again and again took deep breath to control himself.

I mutter. Everyone’s eyebrows fly into their hairlines, and I let out a sigh. “No, I’m not fucking my PA. Can we stop talking about her and focus on the problem?” When I take a seat, Renzo passes his phone to me. “Look at the photos.” I scroll through them, and seeing that Steve’s eyes are gouged out, and his body is positioned the same as Christ’s was when he was crucified, I’m filled with rage. It’s a brutal way to die. I’ll make the fuckers pay for what they did to Steve.

Blake coldly replied, and suddenly, a bright blue light formed around Steve. To everyone’s surprise Steve still stood there. As a scene was being played out before everyone. Steve’s eyes grew wide at the scene before him. He was overlooking a vast ocean and was on a tropical Island with many people in swimsuits. Suddenly, he was bumped into by a beautiful blond woman wearing a tiny bikini. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” The woman asked. Steve was about to shout profanity at the person who bumped into him but restrained himself when he saw the beautiful woman.

Bryan's POV Steve places two files in front of me as I scrutinize him with piercing eyes. I lean forward as he watches me with anticipation. I am hoping he did a great job. Grabbing it, I almost tear it off in a hurry and in anticipation to know what he has found out. I tear the edge of the envelope and let the two pictures fall out of it. There are two pictures of two people who look alike but with different names. The first man looks young and handsome with curly hair while the other has a mustache, looks older, and has wavy black hair.

"Something that only a few humans have ever seen." He led her to a door at the back of the room and opened it. Inside was a dark, empty room. Steve motioned for Celess to follow him inside. As she stepped into the room, she saw something that made her blood run cold. On the far wall was a large portrait of Steve, but it wasn't just any portrait. It was a portrait of Steve from the 17th century. Celess couldn't believe her eyes. "How is this possible?" she whispered.

With hesitant fingers, I tore it open. I was correct about the content not being regular papers. Inside was a stack of thick glossy photographs. At first glance, they looked ordinary, like someone captured candid shots. The white walls in the picture gave it a bright look. The first picture was a man, one I could not mistake. I looked at the next photo and I was right. It was Steve. Even with the grainy edges of the photos, I would recognize him anywhere. His broad shoulders and the sharp cut of his jaw.

His hands were above his head to help with his panting. Steve is a brunette with green-brown eyes. The color of old mud with yellowish green algae growing on it. He is a bit taller than Aeon, though a lot thinner in frame. A thin splatter of freckles dotted across his tanned face, making him look younger than he is. Permanent baby face syndrome. Something the Partials hadn’t noticed before was a necklace with a silver colored ring on it. “We both do. Same question, we’re both just curious about it.” Elexa spoke up too, nodding her head in agreement.

"Now it's your turn. Take your shirt and jeans off. You can leave your underwear on, however." Sure thing," replied Steve as he looked at Gwen and saw her and her sisters smiling. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Next he turned his back to the Anderson family and began to lower his jeans. Unknown to anyone, Steve had hooked his thumbs into his underwear as well and lowered them with his jeans for a short distance. "Actually, I went commando today and don't have any underwear on. I hope that doesn't make any difference, Amber," stated Steve with a straight face as his butt slowly came into view.