Steven X Pink Steven Novels & Stories

As they conversed, waiting for the history teacher, Mr. Collins, to enter and take the class, Steven and his four friends sauntered into the classroom, walking directly to where Clara and her friends sat. Steven had a lopsided grin on his face as he approached them, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Well, hello. Sorry for disturbing your little chit-chat, but I just have something to say,” he said, adjusting his blue expansive leather jacket with a smug look.

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.

Steven said smiling. "There's one of my friend who likes you a lot, she had been crushing on you since a long time. So she came to me maybe I could help her meet you and fix you guys meeting." Lilith said and Steve expression changed. "But am not interested in any other girl." Steven said. "Why." "Because I like you, I like you a lot." Steven said and all Lilith could do was to stare at him. << Outside the resort>> Xander, Clyde, Elvis and Ella were still outside. Suddenly xander held Clyde's hand.

It was strange, but he said goodbye to his friends and came up to me. "Yeah?" He asked, stopping by my cans with paint. "Um, I thought that... you might want to meet someone," I lied, but it seemed to work, "This is Thomas Black. You know him, right?" "Oh, yeah! How are things, man?" Steven asked and held out his hand to shake Thomas's hand. "I'm Steven." "Nice to meet you." The famous boy answered, with a frown and a sudden change in tone, laced with a hint of contempt.

Knowing I did that, gives me a sense of satisfaction. Before me, Steven clears his throat. I look back at him. His cheeks are dusted red, even though his eyes are filled with heat. I lick my lips to prepare myself. Steven tracks the movement. Slowly, nervously, he steps closer to me. “Piper,” he says. He traces his hands down my arms, starting at the shoulder, all the way down to my wrists. He twists our fingers together as he leans closer, closer. Then, finally, after much anticipation, our lips connect.

"Anya, you moved out and blocked me. I asked around, and they said you'd be here." I tilted my head and looked at him blankly. "What do you want?" Steven stared at me for a long moment before handing me a beautifully wrapped box. Inside was a pink pendant. "I got this for you in Cryovein. I know you've always liked pink things," he said. His words made me pause, and I let out a bitter laugh. "Steven, you really don't know me at all, do you? I've never liked pink. I only started wearing it because you once said I looked good in it," I replied.

Xander was bleeding and some guy either dead or passed out on the floor. A voice told me to run my hands on Steven's bare chest, it was a creepy creaking whisper like voice but it promised me Steven so why the hell not. I did as told and he got pissed and walked away, and Cody was shouted like a little bitch but I was sure to just smile. Suddenly steven stopped walking turned around come to me and he kissed me, goodnesses gracias me. He was sweet, I did not think I will like it but fuck now I get why Cody was being Cagey with him. If his lips make me want to drop on my knees and suck on him, then his dick will for sure make me crazy for more. It's no wonder Cody always wants to be fucked shi

He merely shook his head, squeezing her hand which was holding his arm. Another ten minutes passed with difficulty as Xavier got himself busy with his phone while Ella joined him by sitting close and watching it together. Steven stood by a side with his foot tapping the floor continuously as if killing the time... But truth to be told it was because of the nervousness. His eyes once in a while will dart towards one of the locked rooms upstairs and will sigh. Raising his hand he looked at the wrist with an annoyed expression. "Something's bothering you, Steven?" The authoritative voice made him snap his brown eyes towards Xavier. The phone was playing some video but the owner of the device wa

“Hello, Mrs Davidson. I’m glad to hear from you. Please call me Steven, and may I call you, Marianne… if that’s okay?” said Steven with a very friendly tone. Marianne clenches her teeth, she knows very well that Steven is trying to charm her. She sets aside her anger and then composes herself. “Of course__, Steven,” she replied, gritting her teeth. Getting more madder as she can tell that the man is pleased in the other line.

Rachel's POV Steven laughed quietly while telling a story about one of the people who collect his art. This guy offered a way low price for one of Stevens paintings. "He thought I was still in school and needed people to like my work," Steven said in a way. I smiled at him. "So what did you say to the guy?" "I told him it was okay. Not everyone likes art,” Steven said. He sounded calm. I could tell he was pretty sure of himself. Steven knows what he is worth. He does not need to get all worked up to prove it.