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" Nice to see you, Mr.." " Oh. My name is Steven. " " uhh. " I continued " Mr.steven is this your real name? " he looked at me with his disturbed look. "Why are you asking madam?" " no..nothing. I know a person with your name Steven. " " my name? it's impossible madam," he said. " Why are you saying that impossible? someone can have your name too. " " no madam. it can't be. "

Steven asked expressionlessly while typing something on his laptop looking busy. “No,” Xavier’s one word stopped his movement as he looked up at him from his laptop’s screen, Xavier quickly looked away and coughed feeling nervous. “I tried to…”He began to explain his innocence but was cut off by Steven’s loud roar. “OUT…” Xavier bowed his head and quickly left his voice. Steven’s eyes were showing wrath and coldness, he suddenly stood up and walked to the window, peeking from his window he saw a woman playing with an umbrella at the side of the street, he couldn’t look clearly at her as it was still raining and the view was getting blurred. He sighed, depressed. “Why are you back now, Laura?

Larry said. Having heard Larry's explanation enough, he also knew who he had to destroy at that time, Erick Bownie, a don who was no less scary than him. Steven tried to control his anger at that time. *** Steven returned to his mansion, he looked very frustrated, he grew up with a lot of wrong things, he felt like he had trusted the wrong people all this time, he hated the wrong people, and he loved his mother but he couldn't turn things around, it's too late, or almost too late.

“Messy. Loud. Unpredictable. With room for growth, failure, and really bad jokes.” Blake salutes. “Hey.” The Sleeper’s amusement deepens. Especially bad jokes. The Arbiter’s sigils stutter, conflicting directives colliding. SOVEREIGNTY MODEL… NONSTANDARD. “Welcome to Midnight,” Ethan says. “We don’t do standard.” The void begins to collapse—not violently, but gently, like a bubble popping. Reflections fade, replaced by solid ground beneath our feet. Trees reassert themselves, ley lines glowing warm and steady once more.

Steve said, “and who are you?“ Steve asked, “my name Is Leonard Davies, the senior brother of Saraphina, and I have a good news for you, Saraphina and the kids are doing fine, and she had another set of twin babies” Leo said, “my wife and kids, Idon't know what you are talking about” Steve said,

Steve quipped dryly as Lexi gaped at him. "Oh, developed a sense of humor have you now? Nice. Salty. It suits you." Lexi snapped sarcastically, fully aware of her father's amusement at their exchange. "Behave you two. You only have to stomach each other's company for a few minutes. Steven, if you would be so kind..." Lord Brarthroroz said as he gestured to the swirling masses of color. Steven wasted no time in approaching one of the gate-like structures and stood in front of it for a second or two before the colors stabilized and became an almost insipid sort of grey. He looked back over his shoulder at Lexi and her father and nodded.

I asked but all I got was a cold, unfeeling glance that subtly told me to shut up. We finally stopped beside an SUV where the man who I had been sold to sat. I was pushed into the car beside him. Then I realized he was human. Why would a human purchase a werewolf? For the sake of amusement? He smiled, his rotten teeth on display as he rubbed his pot belly. “What a beauty you are!” I felt irritated and I tried as much as I could to stay away from him. “I am the Luna of the Red moon pack. If my mate finds out about this, he's going to have your head”

Though they were simple words of thanks, they carried a much heavier weight of gratitude, and she hoped Cassian could tell. He nodded in understanding, and just then, Fran, Cass, and Amelia came and dragged him off to the side, claiming they had something to discuss with him. Then Steven approached her. “Allow me to formally and finally introduce myself,” he said to her “I'm Steven, Cassian's assistant. I follow him everywhere.” “Just his assistant?” She queried, “Not his best friend?” “Well, I am his best friend, but I don't like it being public knowledge.” “Why not?”

I’m not a straight guy so I want to give that kind of competition to straight guys. I was excited when Steven’s name appeared on the screen. Steven Kiazxon, a tranferee 3rd year Business Management student. Well known as a fraternity man, bad boy, certified hot guy and even has a fan club at the University. I smiled because of what I learned about Steven. On the next slide, pictures of me are shown were obviously shot by other people. The photos was taken while I was walking, chatting, eating and so on.

“I’m so disappointed.” I rolled my eyes at his theatrics, folding my arms across my chest. He didn’t seem like a thief at all. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, it was clear he belonged here somehow. Still, I wanted to hear it from him directly. “Leandro never mentioned anyone. So who are you, really?” I pressed, raising a brow. His lips curved into a grin as he extended a hand toward me. “I’m Steven. Leandro’s best friend.”