Steven Heim Novels & Stories

He paused, and I heard the tone of his voice shift to address Marcus “You may go. Thank you.” “Good night, sir. Miss. Lomie.” I heard Marcus's footsteps recede, and the front door close. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I dated Steven for six months. He was really great.” “Steven Dexter is a vile, vulgar, abusive animal with disgusting predilections.” His voice was thick with contempt. “Wh—what do you mean?” “He is a predator, and the worst kind of abuser. He hides his true self well, hides it until he’s sure his prey is too deeply ensnared and too weak to get away.”

“So now you’re a vampire?” “No…” He made a disgusted face as I forced him to eat sour heads. Oh God, were vampires real too? “Don’t compare me to those leeches. Normal werewolves age, but we are mixed with Lycan blood. They don’t age.” He smiled. “Hence Dane looks like a young hunk.” He laughed. I threw my hands in the air. “You know what… I don’t give two fucks what you are. Just leave me the hell alone and tell me where Kara is!” I demanded, trying to walk past.

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

He had expected someone else of more class and dignity, not a common peasant whose name had been dragged through dirt every single day among his pack and instead of erasing such name, he was now meant to rub off on the dirt her family had been dragged with over the years, probably even for the rest of his life. He stood pacing around the room as preparations went on among the pack outside. As the Alpha, he played a very important role in the festival and all the ritual rites attached to it, but with everything he had experienced from the previous night, he was not in the mood for his waiting duties as the leader and head of the pack. He certainly was not willing to reveal his face in public

But they’d thought Steven might want to know. Well, he couldn’t care less. At the time, there wasn’t anything he could have done for the boy. And besides, he’d turned out fine. Heath was living in this fancy house. Heath had thousands of fans who adored him and a radio station that thought he walked on water. Heath was the man… Steven punched the numbers and waited… And the panel beeped acceptance and shut itself off. “Man… I’m good… She’s dead and buried, but the bitch is still helpful…”

Worlds don’t like that. CORRECTION IS NECESSARY, the Arbiter insists, but there’s strain now—lag in its recalculations. ENTROPY THRESHOLD— “Let me simplify this for you,” I say, drawing myself up despite trembling legs. “Midnight isn’t broken. It’s alive. You can’t debug a heartbeat.” The Arbiter turns its gaze fully on me. YOU ARE THE FRACTURED INTERFACE. YOUR INSTABILITY— “I know,” I snap. “I’m a mess. But I’m our mess.”

Calvin’s shocked was conspicuous. “Summer Ramey CARTER, Calvin,” Steven emphasized. I had no clue where to stash the embarrassment flooding through me at the moment. How could Steven become such a competitive person? I mean, sure, I knew he was ruthless and competitive in the business world, but not in a love triangle. It was quite unexpected…

I needed to watch all their hope fade from their eyes once they realized they wouldn't be leaving here on their own or leaving at all. I opened the metal door at the end of the hallway and closed it gently behind me. I spun around, looking at my new punching bag. His face was covered in tattoos, ears pierced, and clothes clearly way too big for his scrawny body. He didn't bother looking at me; instead, he bounced his knee impatiently. "This will be a fun one to break," Flint muttered, letting out a low growl. "Defiantly," "Christopher Stevenson, how's mom and dad?" I mused as I walked over to the chair in front of him. I sat down and rested my elbows on my knees as I looked into his blue eye

[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.

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?