Steven Stone Cosplay Novels & Stories

POV Kitty I sighed again and looked at the boy with a smile. "Thanks but I'm happy with Craig." I replied dryly as I leaned into Craig. The boy seemed unbothered and grinned again. "Well, if that ever changes, let me know. My names Stone." he smirked as I felt rage radiating from Craig. {Shut this down, now.} my voice suggested. I looked at Stone, he was built and had brown hair and brown eyes. He was handsome for sure but everything about him screamed cocky player. I could practically see his huge ego. It annoyed me.

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

However, one thing for sure was that we still couldn’t enjoy the beauty of the beach in the pouring rain. Harry and I sat staring out the window. One by one, the vacationers boarded the bus after putting their bags into the trunk. While engrossed in this, Steven’s voice startled me. “Lizzy, can I sit next to you?” he asked. That morning, his appearance was quite impressive. He was wearing a light blue V-collared T-shirt and light brown knee-length pants. Her sweatshirt matched the color of his eyes. When my eyes met his eyes, I felt like I was seeing Jason. And for that, I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t Jason. It was Steven. Only their eyes were the same color.

He looked up upon hearing voices as he stepped into the room, to find Jordon talking to a man with green eyes and curly blond hair, it was abundantly clear the man was a vampire just by looking at him, he had the same look about him as Roger, maybe not as bad but certainly getting there. “Guys, this is Steven,” Jordon said, making the introductions as they all traipsed into the room. “His mate is a A-Class wolf here at the station,” he said, taking Rose hand as she came through the portal last. He clutched it tightly, wanting her near after listening to what Steve had told him.

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.

"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?"

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.