Steve X Herobrine Lemon Novels & Stories

A bigger fool to let myself hope. He hadn’t spoken to me since. Not even a glance. Not even a nod in the palace corridors when we crossed paths. As if I’d become a shadow— unseen, unfelt, unwanted. I was turning the corner toward the herb vendor when I froze. Liam. And beside him, her. Tall, graceful, golden-blonde hair twisted into an elegant braid, and that kind of smooth, serene smile that only noble-bred werewolves seemed to perfect.

Xion greets Gianna with a friendly hug as the two of his friends look over at me with lustful gazes. "What's up gorgeous?" The blonde guy that I've never seen before says, as his eyes roam shamelessly around my body. I shift uncomfortably underneath his gaze as I look away from him in order to calm my nerves. "Chill that's Jack's girl." Xion says, causing the blonde guy to straighten up immediately. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." He says with a shaky undertone. "My bad Amber, I didn't mean any disrespect." He says, causing me to grow even more uncomfortable.

Progress. "Welcome to Silver Crest," Kael says. "Thank you for coming." "We came to see." The oldest Alpha steps forward. His name is Theron. Gray-streaked hair. A scar that runs from his temple to his jaw. "Not to commit." "Understood." Kael gestures toward the great hall. "Please. Let us show you what we've built." They follow. I walk beside Kael. Trying to look confident, Trying not to tremble. The tour takes three hours. We show them the training grounds. The fortifications, the healers' quarters.

I sat at the table for hours, trying to think of something, when I met the last of the four stepbrothers. He walked in with a hoodie, his hands tucked into the pockets. I didn't notice him at first until I raised my head to see someone had entered the room. Leo, the last of the four sons. I didn't want him to notice me, certain he'd hate me like the others. But before I could turn away, he caught my eyes, and for some reason, I froze. Brown silk hair, brown eyes, pink lips I couldn't ignore framed a face I'd just met along with the rest of Mr. Cody's sons. Yet this one made my chest tighten the same unexplainable way Shawn and Gaige had, a pull I couldn't shake.

Steve said, supporting her, while Megan just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “I need some water.” Steve said as he got up and went to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. He settled back in the chair, dropping the bottle of water and cup on the stool beside his chair. He poured the water into the cup and began to gulp it down. Just as he was still gulping his water down, Veronica suddenly asked another question. “But does your Alpha have a son though? Any kids that you guys are friends with?” She asked.

I exclaimed then hushed my voice again. “Do you think he’d go for it?” “Look at you, Revy! If he’s still got a dick he’ll go for it.” Steve said. I bit my lip and then smiled up at Steve as his fingers continued to rub my pussy. “OK. What should I do?” “You can start by actually helping me find that whiskey, then give him his drink. The rest of it, I’m sure will come to you.” We eventually tracked down the whiskey, Steve mixed it up into three drinks with cola and ice cubes and sent me back into the living room with two of them.

I said, waiting. The demon, who I call Steve because his name is bizarre and hard to pronounce, isn’t an ordinary run-of-the-mill demon. He was actually banished from Hell and refused to tell me why, but I still ended up sticking his incorporeal form in a small box. Remember all those railroad killings in the 1890s? Yeah, it was Steve. “Alright, honey bunnies,” I said, standing and walking over to the shelf, grabbing a small box of special herbs, “Rejection session is over. Good night, everyone!”

However, before he could even finish his sentence, Sebastian said, “Kingston! Cut out Steve’s tongue and shatter his limbs, but spare his life.” Everyone was speechless. They were all scared out of their wits. Steve wailed. “Master Sebastian, Master Sebastian…please spare me. What…What exactly have I done to have offended you…?” “When did my wife get to know you?” Sebastian asked Steve while wrapping a hand around Sabrina. Steve was speechless. “Did she know you before the incident at the Grand Sage International Hotel? Has she met you before?” Steve still did not say anything. “You’re not talking, then indeed there isn’t any use of your tongue anymore.”

"Mr. Loud-Mouth-Striker is chucking a mental." "Mr. Loud-Mouth is dead right," I mumbled. Stefanie was the star batter in the team, with decent run scores from last season. But she thought it gave her the right to act like a total snob every minute of the day. She strutted around the field, mouthing off about how fantastic she was. She threw tantrums if any tiny things didn't go her way. I guessed she hated my guts as much as I hated hers. Now I was out of my league for good. I definitely wouldn't miss playing with Stefanie Jenkins.