Steven X Amethyst Novels & Stories

The usual Steven when he drank. “Do you want me to call a cab?” I offered. “No, no, I did that already. He is here. Bye. See you at work tomorrow. I just don’t want to sleep on the street.” And just like that, Steven grabbed his coat and left. I took a big sip and watched Steven’s back as he made his way through the crowd. I should have brought other colleagues when having a night out with him. Hmm…this Mojito was mean… “I guess your friend had already left.” Xavier made an obvious observation and smiled charmingly at me. He also had a beautiful smile and perfect teeth fitting for a commercial.

Charles continued, his tone very calm. "After all, you spent 103 thousand dollars at the mall yesterday, all on luxury goods." Howard's face went pale. "How do you even know that?" Charles' gaze was cold as he responded, "I'm Ariel's fiance. I naturally won't allow anyone to bully her." This only shocked the guests even more. Was this really the legendary Treyist who had renounced all worldly things? Had they really heard him correctly? Michael, feeling indignant at being exposed, sneered. "Aren't you a Treyist, Charles? Shouldn't you be free from all desires and worldly cravings? And yet, here you are, clearly after the Kingstons' fortune."

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?

Steve replied with folded arms. Xena scoffed and glared at Emma. “She is no Luna,” she said. “She is a deserter.” “I think you believe so much in your needles and that is why you think I will not rip out your heart where you stand,” Steve said in a serious low tone. Xena looked at him for a while, as if she was seeing him for the first time. “You are bonded to her,” she said. “Now you know how I feel when you threaten her,” Steve said.

“Oh? And how exactly are you planning to help me, Mr. Steve?” Calling him Mr. Steve instead of Mr. Xander made his position in the company very clear. In the Xander Corporation, he stood below Chris. In terms of money and influence, he was below him too. But all at once, Winter remembered the auction at Windham Gardens that night. Back then, when Chris had bid a hundred million for that sapphire brooch, Steve had told her he could match it, even at that price. She believed Steve had money. Coming up with a hundred million in assets was probably not impossible for him. But at an auction, bids had to be signed for on the spot, and Chris could have kept raising the price. She did not believe St

Adriel's lips parted, his breath catching in his throat, as he awaited the news. His gaze darted back and forth, searching Steven's expression for any hint of what was to come. The folder on his desk slipped from his fingers, its contents spilling onto the floor, unnoticed. “She is not dying. She is fine but it is just that I found out…” “You found out what? Go on!” “She is actually not just a simple girl who came from the countryside but she is a jewel designer.” Steven stressed the last word for it to sink in. “Jewel designer? Do you know what you are even saying, Steven?”

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

"No." He is lying. He is totally terrible at lying because his neck turns a bright pink color. I lean forward, putting my hands on the table so my shadow falls right over him. "You smiled at that little screen more than you have ever smiled at me, Stevens. Tell me why." His throat moves as he swallows hard, but before he can speak, the pack servants roll in big carts full of shining moonstone relics, heavy silver collars, and diamonds. "Oh, this one looks very pretty," Stevens says, picking up a silver neck collar with blue sapphires. His eyes shine bright. He grabs the jewelry like a lifeline to avoid my question, and it makes my wolf growl inside. Why is he hiding things from his Alpha?

Steven patted Summers as she cried on his shoulder When Steven said hospital, he meant the underground clinic which he had built in the conglomerate's mansion. He had employed tons of medical personnel and all had sworn an oath to work for him and keep their lips sealed. Anything other than, meant death and these personnel knew better than to snitch on X-HABIT. They were paid handsomely, so money wasn't a problem. A four wheeled drive with tinted glasses pulled up beside Steven. The driver, Ace, hopped out and opened the doors for Steven, Vandana, Summers and Jhene. After the quartet had boarded the vehicle, Ace got behind the wheels and zoomed off.

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!”