Steven Knight Novels & Stories

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?

“So be it then.” “And… back to business. What has been the progress? You're slowing down our final act. Is there any information that we need?” Steven sighed, running a hand through his wet hair as he adjusted into a sitting position. “This isn’t easy at all. I need an opportunity, one so perfect that no one would ever notice until it’s too late. You know it isn’t easy to kidnap the three future kings of the pack. Though they’re small, I sense great power within them.”

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

Knight said "That sounds good, Mr. Knight," I said "Please, call me Sean," he said, and I smiled at him "My daughter Stacy is the same age as you, Jennifer. I am sure you two will get along, and I have twin sons that are eighteen years old, Stephen and Steven. They are seniors just like you, Claire.," he said

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

I replied. “Then, how—” “I don’t know as well, okay! I was also shocked that he asked me to go to that musical.” I cut her words and her mouth was opened. She might be shocked to see me like this while defending myself. Knighton is not like any other guys. He’s not a jerk like Hades Cortez or Jericho Marquez or Chadwick Gaston. He’s smoother and softer than Jervic Perez, Yuan Zaragoza, Kellan Durano and Phytos Limon combined. He’s not as playful as Harry Oropeza, Barkley Mariano or Gavin Merculio. Nor as whiny as Tristan Herrera. He’s different. He has this strong mask outside because he’s handsome and tall and he looks strong but he’s more than that.

Chimera showed restraint when using his power and despite his form seemed to lack speed in each strike but he made up for his shortcomings with his skill in politics and his dedication to equality for all had earned him the hearts of millions of Zerrohnians throughout the kingdom. Kent, on the other hand, showcased his power but his heart still had doubts about who he was and yet he yearns to become a person worthy of being called the people’s champion. But his rage was lashing out and could endanger those that serve him, Victor reminded him the point of rage and the point of serenity must always be balanced for a knight to truly shine in battle. Victor reminded the two that duty must come f

"Not yet, but pretty sure they are the same ones that want me dead." "And who is that?" "Nate Hogan did this." Knight pointed at the still healing wound on his stomach. His exercise with Raven didn't help at all with his wound, which was now swollen because of the swimming they took together. "Nate Hogan..." Simon chews that name together with the tobacco leaves between his teeth, "Where do I know that name?" "Nolan and Iron." Knight grinned at Simon's puzzled face. "Nolan the Alpha and Iron the--? Ohh! Iron Hogan!" Simon exclaimed, "Wait, it was a Hogan who tried to kill you?!"

Steven sneered; he continued speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Or was it that when I couldn't control you, you and someone else played BDSM? Huh? You craved men with such wild tastes." "Steven." I angrily shouted, "Enough!" I don't know why Steven always thinks I'm such a bohemian and cheap person. I was going to tell him that the wounds on my neck were caused by Killian - my stepfather. But Steven's words made me extremely frustrated. I thought he would understand a part of me when he saw me risking my life with that man. But no, I was really disappointed, even though Steven was always the one to save me every time I was in danger.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”