Steven Hyde 70s Show Novels & Stories

look I’d perfected over the years. Steven sighed so dramatically you'd think I just told him he'd never see the moon again. But at least he finally picked up his spoon and started nibbling on a piece of carrot, his face twisted in exaggerated disgust. He looked so sad it almost made me laugh, but I held my ground. Goddess knew if I let him skip vegetables once, I’d lose this battle forever. Suddenly, the dining room door swung open, and Hailey strolled in, humming some cheerful tune. Steven’s entire mood changed in an instant — he jumped down from his chair so quickly he almost knocked it over and threw himself at her legs.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

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.

Grayson, Faye and Steven entered the living room. Steven was so handsome! He had dark red hair and kind amber eyes. His smile was insane and there were freckles littered all over his face. I liked him already! “Wow, you are just as beautiful as Faye said you were,” Steven shook my hand. “I’m so happy to meet you.” “You too Steven, thank you for coming!” I giggled. “Oh I’ve only imagined meeting Grayson like this a million times. Faye and I both have.”

“Say, Steve. You’ve been at the station a long time, right? Do you remember a horror movie program that used to be on there? Would have been in the late fifties or early sixties?” Steve smiled mischievously. “Oh. You must mean . . . Saww-ter-deey Niight-mares!!! Vith your ghost host who scares you zee most! Borr-hiss Orr-loff!” he bellowed gleefully. A few of the other people in the place had turned in our direction. Steve turned around and flashed a smile. “Sorry folks, I got a little carried away there.” “You must’ve been a fan.” “You bet,” he said. “Maybe the first. That show was my first production credit. You might even say I discovered the awful Mr. Orlof.”

Someone from the stage shouted, "The eighth time!!!" Leslie suddenly turned her head and asked, "This is a pub?" The host guy on TV suddenly yelled, "Steven! Happy New Year!" Immediately after that, Steven appeared in front of the camera, but at that moment, he looked indifferent, very much out of place with this cockamamie host guy and the lively atmosphere of New Year's Eve. He ignored the host guy and just wanted to turn around and leave the camera's range.

Steven loves her Mexican accent and he loves it when she is trying to fake a serious sad face. "Oh, come on don't tell me you don't like it." Steven winked and the old lady frowned. "You won't get married but you'd tease an old lady." She laughed. "You've got tons of missed calls." She finally told him. "Thanks." After breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and whatnot, Steven went to return his missed calls. The first call was from his Secretary but he wasn't going to call her back, Steven wasn't talking to her until Monday. The second was from his mother. The third was a strange number so he called that one back. They picked up on the first ring.

He didn't recognize the number, but at this moment he didn't care. "I'll send over the photos I have so far when I get home," he told Tanner. "I'd better take this." He smiled faintly as a goodbye and stepped outside to take the call. "Hey Ace, it's Holly," Steven's fiancé chirped. "How are those weary bones?" Ace was glad to hear her happy voice. "Oh, it's all good. All my bones are good," Ace said, putting on his flirty persona. "Ask anyone." "Anyone in particular I should ask?" she said, all sly and knowing.

“Dumb bastard! Why is a mere Islander trying to show off in my country?” “I’ll beat him to death!” Steven was clearly agitated. Before, he only preyed on the weak before. But after going through a few drinks, he gained quite a bit of courage. If it were any other day, it would be odd if he didn’t kneel in front of them in an instant. Harvey narrowed his eyes at Steven. It seemed that this man had some redeemable qualities after all.

Lily groaned worriedly. "Don't worry. There will be a good show awaiting him when he comes back!" Steven came back from San Fetillo in the afternoon. His face looked as dark as the thunderstorm when he entered the house. Deborah and Lily were on pins and needles so not to irritate Steven. Deborah was highly experienced and her expression looked as if nothing had happened. Lily, on the other hand, had been like a cat on a hot tin roof all the time. When she made tea for Steven, she even scalded her own hand.