Novel & Cerita Steven Heim

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

Heist. "Hey! Why are you taking so long?” Shantelle's voice brought me back to my trance. “Nothing,” He was about to say something when the H.O door opened and the man Headmistress was talking to came out. He looked at me and gave me a very sweet smile. “Hi, I'm Craven Steven Vera. I'm a Bervel," he introduced himself to us with a smile. “I'm Adrian Move and this is my twin sister, Shantelle Molve. We are Yrelia," Adrian introduced himself and his twin.

Steven frowned. “Yeah, I want to know, Stev,” Zach asked. “What’s life like for you over there?” Zach asked again. Steven fell silent for a moment, as if considering how much he wanted to reveal. “I’m not as great as General Lee,” he said finally. “And my life isn’t as luxurious as you imagine.” Zach clicked his tongue. “Come on. Don’t be so modest. I know you’re no ordinary person.” Steven gave a faint smile, “Alright. I’m just General Lee’s assistant in the business world.”

I wish I was worth her glare. Jeez! What am I saying.. The man cleared his throat. He must have been lectured thoroughly by Echo West before coming here because every now and then, he glanced at her for permission to speak. “I am Steven. It’s nice to meet you all,” He simply said with a smile. Nobody responded. Even Athena returned to her phone. “We know who you are Steven,” Oh, that must be why he wasn’t acknowledged. The mood here was thick and Dad looked to be dozing off.

His name is Steven and he is a human. Steven: Hello sir. Me: Hello Steven. Steven: Hope you have not forgotten that you have twenty places to model tomorrow. Me: I have forgotten, can't you for God sake help me reduce the list. Steven: Okay sir, but I can only cut out five companies that are willing to pay fifty million dollars. Me: Yeah, do so.

The assistant paused and did not answer the question. "Don't you dare tell Kate or her family about this. I'll make sure you regret it if you do!" Steven hung up the phone and walked to the main hall of the airport. Lately, Steven felt like he was unhinged, having suffered severe headaches over time as if his head was about to be blown off. During his sleep, he would have some outrageous dreams. Sometimes, he dreamed of being a gang leader, ordering his subordinates as he smoked. Sometimes, he was a patient who laid in bed as he waited for someone to take away his heart.

I had caught glimpses of Steven here and there, but unfortunately, I had missed the chance of talking to him. The emcee's voice filled the room as he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we finally reached the reason for your presence tonight. Please join me, and let's welcome Steven Hales, our company's new CEO!" The room erupted into applause as Steven walked confidently onto the stage. His majestic presence commanded attention, and I couldn't help but feel proud. He was six feet tall, brown hair, and piercing green eyes, clad in a tailored black suit, he radiated with an aura of success and authority.