Steven Knight Novels & Stories

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 screamed back at her as I felt tears starting to come to my eyes. 'He's not, but our mate is still out there and if you continue the way you are going you'll be rejected by him too!' My wolf replied and her fear of rejection by our mate flooded into me. I too didn't like the idea of being rejected twice, but I couldn't give up on Timothy. He was my first love/lover. He was meant to be my Knight in Shining Armour, but instead he was ripped away from me by a breeder; a stupid, ugly breeder who didn't belong here at all. I will do everything, even using his sister. 'Just shut up!' I growled at her before shutting down the link between us. She was a useless coward and would be of no help to

In silence, I acknowledged the strange sensation. Before us stood Black, accompanied by two soldiers. His presence demanded attention, and he began his introduction with confidence. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Black Knight, the esteemed Head Knight of the King of the West," he declared, his posture exuding authority. Oddly enough, there was a distinct scent surrounding Black, reminiscent of pine trees and rain. It was a captivating aroma, though I knew it wasn't his natural fragrance since he hadn't emitted that scent during our encounter in the forest.

He said, and I shook my head. “And what are you? A knight in shining armor?” I asked, and he winked, smirking as he did. “More like your devil’s spawn. He is even darker than a knight in shining armor, and believe me, he can do a lot more bad things to those that he doesn’t like. As for those that he is willing to protect, then he would be going to the end of the world for that.” He said, and I avoided his eyes as I shook my head at him. “What do you have to lose to try giving it a shot?”

“Alright. My job here is done. I’ll be heading back now. But a word of advice—don’t assume Steven will agree to your plan. You’re all forgetting he’s Zachary’s right-hand man. He’s been loyal to Zachary for years.” “Don’t worry. We’ve got it under control.” After Vivian left, Lucian gave the order to bring Steven in. Steven had been tortured so badly he couldn’t even walk. Two men in black had to drag him in by the arms and place him in front of Leon. “Hey Steven,” Leon said with a smile, “we’ll be counting on your cooperation moving forward.” Steven forced his heavy eyelids open and finally got a good look at Leon’s face. He looked young—around Steven’s age back when this whole mess started

“Apparently, he was attracted by the bubble wand in my hand. I asked him about his parents and he said his beautiful mommy is getting cereal. And that's how I find Jade, going crazy looking for her kid.” His eyes find me and burn with an underlying curiosity. My body tingles with the same curiosity. “Thank you, Mr. Graves.” Soren steps forward and extends his hand. Knight clasps it firmly, his jaw set in a grim line. “Just call me Knight Morningstar.” “You sure do have a lot of names.” Knight shrugs. “A man cannot rely on just one face. I think you understand that.” A silence passes between both men. It's choking and uncomfortable. I clear my throat and break it. “Soren, honey…we should go n

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…”

asked Steven without taking his eyes away from the script. Steven had taken his job very seriously since day one, it did not matter if it was just a small role or a big one. For him, a job was a job. Even when his character was just the main character's little brother who died at the end of the season like last time. He had told me that this time he was playing the lead male character, which was a high-school kid hacker that tried to run away from the FBI. I had teased him saying that he was too old to play a high schooler. "Yeah," I muttered my thanks to Alberta and took a big gulp. The fresh juice washed over my throat, and I let out a dreamy sigh.

Soon few knights began to fear and the loud cry and grumbling were heard. "Hold your position; we are knights of Roland trained by one of the strongest swordsmen of heavens generals. Do not waver and prepare for an attack. From now on if you want to survive, listen to every word I tell you" A man in black knight's armor with a red cape announced. Captain Steven rides atop his horse. ...

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.