Steve X Novels & Stories

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.

“Alright alpha” I need to release more of this tension that's building up in my body and trying to mess my head up with Aurelia’s thoughts. Her smile kept chasing my dream, I couldn't close my eyes for a few seconds. “There's no need to call Lauren” Steve matched in, looking all manly with his exposed tattooed arm from his armless top, flexing his muscles like always. He's the most eligible bachelor in the pack, female wolves gush over him aside me.

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.

Steve said. “I told you already, you did a great job, didn’t I?” Alex said. “I think you’re wrong sir, I still make a lot of mistakes, I’ve only been here for a year and—“ “Is that your decision?” Alex said. “I’m sorry sir,” Steve said. “What’s your name?” Alex said. “Steven McConnell sir,” Steve said. “Steven, or Steve, you worked in this company for a year, but strangely I found oddities in the expense data for more than a year,” Alex said.

He wanted them to be, not considering the media or the dignitaries. Ariel followed behind. Steve was still bleeding and being dragged like a bag of potatoes. They got to the main event. The sight of the bleeding Steve on the ground devastated Ariel and angered Xavier, who said almost everything. A second beat up started. Kelvin tried to hold Xavier back before he killed Steve. He kept repeating his words. "Don't you ever lay your hand on my wife." Soon the police came to relieve Steve from the pain and torture. They came a little bit late, Steve was already halfway to heaven. Heaven? No hell.

“I don’t think I need any more members.” The words landed like a slap. Xander, mid-sipping water coughed violently and nearly choked on his water. The class let out a chorus of awkward sounds, gasps, and stifled laughs, even a few low whistles. Only Miguel was capable of talking to Steve like that. Not even teachers dared. Steve sat frozen, his blank expression not quite hiding the tightening clench in his jaw. His stare cut straight into Miguel, like a knife waiting to be drawn. Miguel only smiled back, sweetly, innocently and mockingly. And somehow, that made Steve’s fists twitch by his sides. For a second, he looked as if he might actually lunge across the desks and punch the smug cutenes

Xavier looked up, his sharp gaze meeting his manager, Steve, who stepped inside. “Come in,” Xavier said, motioning for him to take a seat. Steve closed the door quietly and sat across from him, his expression serious. There was tension in the air—a heaviness that only came with the revelation of secrets. “Sir,” Steve began, his tone measured but firm, “I’ve been looking into Lady Leila’s background, and I’ve uncovered a few things.” Xavier straightened in his chair, his interest immediately piqued. “Go on,” he urged, his tone calm but expectant.

He went back to his previous position and stood still, leaning on the wall with his legs and arms crossed. I turned to look at Xavier who had the most dreadful look on his white face, it even look like he would snap Devin's neck within the twinkle of an eye. He moves closer with his shoulders high like they could no longer lap beside him. "X-Xa Xavier?" I stuttered "I needed to keep the books up" I moved back. I didn't know what I was scared of, either the murderous look on his face or the fact that he seems to be scowling at Devin who in return had the same dreadful look.

The metal base of the barstool clinks sharply against the floor as my Head Beta settles onto it, gesturing impatiently to the bartender for a drink. I take a slow sip of my beer, the heavy bitterness lingering on my tongue. “Nothing much,” I answer tautly, my eyes screening the rowdy barroom for the umpteenth time to see if I can locate Kael, the doctor’s son. Steve lets out a loud laugh. “I’ve known you since you were a baby, Xavier. Trust me, I know your exact taste in women.” I lift the cold glass to my lips again, swallowing down more bitterness as I try my best to keep myself from venting about how incredibly rude and uncouth Dr. Winter truly is.

I patted his little head and ruffled his hair a little. I dropped my bag and provided a granola bar which I handed over to him. "Thank you,” he said full of smiles. I smiled back in return and nodded twice. "I'm Wayne,” Black dude said and extended his hand for a shake. "I'm Richard,” said taking his hand, “Richard Williams of the United States Special Forces at your service" I added military like, standing at attention. A gasp escaped Nick's mouth as he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Yeah, the show wasn’t necessary, but I felt a necessity to make the environment more fun.