Steven Heim Novels & Stories

[NAME : STEVEN LEWIS CLASS : WARRIOR SPECIFICATION : SHAPESHIFTER (DRAGON) TIER 4 : 6 250 / 8 000 LOW CORE ENERGY : 5 marks + 1 high mark STRENGTH : 56 AGILITY : 52 STAMINA : 50 PERCEPTION : 35] Steven could hardly believe his eyes, he didn't check his progress every day but this weekend he was still only at 2 750 / 8 000.

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.

Do you take me for a fool who would set himself up to be caught just to get revenge? The look on Steven's face made Scott hesitate. Was this man telling the truth? Indeed, the Steven he knew wouldn't be that stupid to try taking him out after a public threat. He would have calculated that it would backfire. Steven was infamous for infiltrating companies and leaving with huge chunks. He was such an evil mastermind. There were no records of him resorting to violence to get what he wanted. He used his brain and was as slick as slime. But if Steven didn't try to kill him, who did?

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

I am grateful to Caius for never letting Isleen feel like an outsider, something which I have dealt with ever since he announced that I would stay in the pack. I am happy here, as happy as I can be without a mate. I help the pack doctor, working as a Healer, after revealing my identity to Caius and Harmony. The pack doctor is a kind woman who had delivered Isleen, but despite the happiness that my daughter has brought me, there’s a gaping hole in my heart that Isaac left all those years ago.

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

Steven reached out and grabbed Yonda’s arm, and stopped her. “Avenge me.” He weakly said and then let her leave. Kevin began laughing, hearing the words of Steven. “Revenge? Do you want revenge? You will not die even if the Grim Reaper himself arrives. You are only experiencing a mild panic attack. I will have the paramedics send you to the best hospital and get you back on your feet. You have to witness the demise of the Ross family taken from your control and answer to all your crimes.” Steven’s phone then ran and lifted his phone to see the caller. Steven answered the call on speaker.

Moving away from the group to a table beside the table I see him go through a bag that’s there. “Hello Meri, I’m Steven, do you mind if I approach?” he asks as he looks at me. Confused as to what was going on, I looked to Ericson and my dad, they nodded insured that it was safe, so I nod in turn. Seeing it he approaches me. Though as he approaches me, I see he looks familiar. “Meri, I would like you to meet my older brother Steven. Plus, he is the doctor that looked you over when we got here. If he causes you any discomfort, tell me and I will put fire ants in his pants.”