Steven Heim Novels & Stories

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”

"I don't see any connection. I don't think it is possible to be the same person." Adriel mumbled to himself. "I will take my leave now." Steven was about turn and leave the office when someone walked in. He raised his head to meet Darwin just stepping in through the door. His eyes widened in alarm. His boss, Adriel? Steven was confused on where to look. Adriel was standing now and Darwin just walked in. Darwin should not see Adriel standing because Adriel was crippled to everyone. Steven's thought raced back and forth on what he should do. He was sure Adriel would not hear him if he turned back to tell him as he was lost in his thoughts.

“Wow.” “Hi, I’m Ki,” Ki stands up and they shake hands. “Steven,” he says. “Is this the bond thing?” “Yeah,” Ki says. “You are my second chance. My first mate died in battle. I have a son.” “I knocked up a stalker and I have a daughter,” Steven says. “Are you going to reject me?” Ki asks. “NO,” I yell. “Steven needs a minute to process this, but he is not going to reject you. He wouldn’t hurt you like that.”

He arranged meeting with her. (In restaurant) Mr. Steven : I'm Steven Aurora, Aurora industry chairman and I'm Zayn father too. Sara : oh hello Mr. Steven : don't be nervous , I'm here to just talk with you. First of all ,Thank you for accepting my invite and joined lunch with me here. Let's not waste our time. I'll tell you straight ,do you loving my son? Sara : yes. Mr. Steven : what's your father doing? Sara : he is retired police officer.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

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