Steven Heim Romane & Geschichten

The receptionist stared at them with a shocked faced before chuckling in a mocking way. "Don't mind them sir. This way please." The receptionist said elegantly as she walked out of her desk and lead Steven towards the elevator although she was not suppose to leave her post and was supposed to sent any of the two nurses to accompany him, she just couldn't stay behind and miss a chance of accompanying the hunk who looks like a total CEO and celebrity, she didn't know which one to level him under. "I thought he looked familiar but then I finally understand! He's chef Steven Lee! The most sort after bachelor chef of China with numerous awards even before he turned thirty, he is an orphan with ju

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She knew that he had taken over the Montgo family's chain of hotels and was considered a genius in the financial world. Of course, this referred not only to his ability to manage hotels but also to his precise insight in the futures and stock market. For him, money was like a numerical game in finance. "What are you thinking about?" Asher's voice interrupted Vivienne's contemplation. "Do you enjoy your work?" she asked, genuinely curious now. "I don't feel anything," he replied. She clearly didn't understand, so he further explained, "Do you like 1+1?" "What do you mean?" she became more confused.

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

she interrupts, glancing nervously at me and biting her lip. I can tell she's keeping something from me. Not knowing everything about her bothers me. Mike faces me, then positions himself in front of Hera. “Alpha Thomas. With all due respect, what brings you here?” Damn it! I hate being called an Alpha! I am not in my pack. “I am the owner.” “What?” he growls, standing protectively in front of Hera. Am I that cruel in people’s eyes? Do I look like I’m a monster? ‘Yes, we are.’

Hearing this, Steven paused momentarily and sneered, "What could be wrong with me?" After speaking, he lowered his gaze, rubbing his throbbing temples, his face turning iron blue as he walked away. Having known Steven for so many years, Ethan had never seen him like this and felt something was off, but he didn't know what to say. Holding back, he asked somewhat incomprehensibly, "Steven, does it have to be Kimberly?" He barely recognized the person in front of him. Was this still the same proud and arrogant Steven he knew? "Yes!" Steven answered without hesitation.

"There's so much to see and do in this city, and it's always better to have someone to share it with." Steven is a tall, athletic-looking guy with short, dark hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He had a strong jawline and a friendly smile that instantly put Larisa at ease.