Steven Stone Cosplay Novels & Stories

Instead, he smiled and said, “Little Heloise, the outside world is actually pretty interesting—more interesting than you said. I’d never even touched a phone before.” “…” Heloise looked up at him, her gaze complicated. Steven’s eyes were red, but his smile was deep. He rubbed his nose and looked at her. “When I first got out, I stole a wristband and wore it so I could pass as an ordinary person. No one even noticed. That’s how I stayed alive.” “…” Heloise silently watched him. “This past year, I’ve seen and experienced so much. The whole wide world—colorful, dazzling. I even made money myself. Didn’t you say you liked candy? I bought a lot of candy for you, thinking I’d bring it back wheneve

There was nothing else that he could do. Cassandra was stunning, wearing a light summer dress that showed off her curves. She wasn’t dressed to impress though, more to be comfortable, and it had been a while since she’d had that look on her face. Steven felt like she was getting back to her old self and that was more than enough of a payment as far as he was concerned. Cassandra happy again, one way or another, was just what Steven wanted to see. He wasn’t happy, but as long as she was, Steven knew that he would be able to muddle through everything that he needed to.

After all, losing a stone inside the dressing caves happens with every changing moon. But even though her claws managed to steal the device, there is no way her brain can crack the pack-lock on the screen. She can only carry the prize back to the Blossom Media Studio and slide it across the table to Tracker Benedict. "Inside this stone, there is definitely an intimate image of Alpha Connor and Ava Hart." "My nose is sure of it. After all, she is a signed runner of the Vale line." "Then my beast will wait to watch a good kill!"

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

But I was going for my Boss Lady, Coco Chanel look, and it looks adorable with my high waisted, wide-legged cream dress pants. The driver starts to take my luggage from the boot of the car as I walk towards the front porch, well it’s more like a wrap around deck to be honest. All golden wood, that’s oiled and glistening as the fall sun bounces off it. The door opens and for the first time I see Alex Stone in the flesh. He is broader than the pictures show, and those eyes of ice blue, holy crap this man is gorgeous. His dirty-blonde, shaggy hair comes to his chin, his jawline is chiselled. Those Greek statues have got nothing on this guy.

"I'll take it from here." Al nodded and strolled off. I was alone with Steven. He stepped towards me and the dim light illuminated his features slightly. Despite his dark blue, motor oil-stained overalls and huge boots, he was quite intimidating. Steven was taller than me by several inches and he looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. I definitely wouldn't pick a fight him. A slowly burning cigarette hung from his thin lips, a trail of smoke drifted upwards as he sneered at me. "Where the hell have you been, boy?"

I controlled myself from laughing. Maam smiled and went inside her cabin after we greeted her. And Mr.Stone started to pass all of us and before he does I get a brilliant idea as a tiny little revenge. I held the cup and started tapping my fingers on it looking at him. He saw the moment and when everyone greeted him, he nodded to all of them. I looked up and said, “Good Morning, Mr.Stone!” “Good Morning, Ms.Pari!” he greeted back with a scowl covering his face.

I wondered to myself and was also a little curious, so I stood and waited for that person to appear. I opened my eyes wide, surprised when the person getting out of the car was Steven. The sound of shouting grew louder; they crowded to take pictures with him. Since the day he saved me from Kirk, I haven't seen him again. Steven is still as stylish and elegant as ever. He wears a fitted black suit and a white shirt. He wears a dark gray knee-length robe over it; his hair is combed with glue to accentuate the handsomeness of a powerful man. It makes Steven more attractive. I couldn't figure it out myself, but somehow I found every detail about him amazingly fascinating.

Steve was a tall and well-built man, standing at about 6'2" with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had short, dark hair that was styled neatly, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the distance. He was dressed in all black, with a fitted leather jacket and jeans that hugged his strong thighs. His boots were polished to a high shine, and he wore a silver chain around his neck that glinted in the dim light of the bar. Despite his imposing presence, there was a sense of calm about him, and his expression was unreadable. He seemed lost in thought, his attention drawn to the stage where Andrianne was dancing.

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.