Steven X Pink Steven Novels & Stories

he asked. "I’m okay. I’m great! I didn't recognize you right away.. I mean look at you now.. Wow!" I said. Rex is handsome, and it’s been long since the last time we saw each other. "Oh Ri, it's still me. By the wat, I messaged you on your I***a-gram account. You haven't read it yet," he said. I was about to speak when Steven stood next to me and extended his hand to Rex. "I'm Steven," Steven's arrogant and authoritative self-introduction. It’s obvious to his face that he’s mad.

Prince Reagan revealed. "Girl?" Steven asked as he went into deep thoughts. He cracked his brain for a while before recalling. "Oh, that dirty looking girl and her brother?" Steven recalled. Prince Reagan eyed him for calling Pink dirty. "You are still obsessed with her till now?" Steven asked, an amused look appearing on his face. "I'm not obsessed with her. She saved me, she's the reason why I am alive today," Prince Reagan rolled his eyes at Steven. Steven chuckled. "Still with your old stories. She saved me, she saved me," Steven imitated Reagan.

"Steven Kevin doesn't like me... He said he can't be my boyfriend and only wants me to pretend for the media and Grandpa." She sobbed through the phone, Crimson doesn't mind sounding like a total baby provided it was her brother she was talking to. "Relax Crimson what are you talking about? I thought you agreed to also pretend along with him? Don't tell me you fell for my friend!" Steven snapped from the other line.. "Well..... I.. he said he is not cut out for love and can't not be in a relationship with me... Did I do something to him?" Crimson cried, she hated her brother snapping at her.

Robbin finally pulls out a light to counter Steven. "I'm not here to argue about how my past looks or how my present looks. We can talk about it after tomorrow. For the most part, expose our names in that area. "You can be useful there," Steven says as he hangs up the phone. "I had a feeling he'd call. "Can you see where he's going?" While speaking to his colleagues, Steven turned off the television. They nod in agreement. Phil feels sorry for them because they have all been in this race but have suddenly switched sides.

"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?"

Still yearning for that comfort, I didn’t notice Steven had walked to the front of the pillory, his figure blocking my view of Natalie. “W… what are you doing?” I mouthed. He didn’t answer. Just crouched to meet my eye level, then assessed my face like it was a parcel on the market. “Are you really gonna make her payback the favour that quickly?” Theodore chuckled, tracing my inner thighs and pussy with something that felt like leather. I glanced up at Steven when he stood, and watched him unbuckle his pants to let his cock out. Hard, throbbing, and already leaking with precum.

Annie disappointedly dictated and got seated. "May I apply for it?" A silvery-toned voice asked. Somewhat, Abby found that voice was familiar right away. So she gave an instant glance, only to find Steven. "What's your name, sir?" Annie reacted quickly as soon as she figured out his incomparably handsome. "Steven," he replied with his deep, manly voice. "Wow! He will surely meet your expectations, Abby." Annie declared and excitedly showed his seat, permitting him, "You can sit here, sir."

He stirred the mixture slowly while muttering ancient words under his breath. Then he took the black stone, pressed it to his forehead, and closed his eyes. “Give me her full name,” Stooper said softly. “Gabriella Hawkins ” Steve replied without hesitation. “And the one she’s bonded to?” Stooper asked. “Simon,” Steve said, and his jaw tightened just from saying the name.

I said. Steven's friend scoffed. "You're right, he's an asshole." "I'm not going to say this but once," Steven said. "I promised Stephanie I would take care of Jane—," "Isn't that weird?" I asked. "What did they give you for it? Money? You're adamant on getting her, even after an embarrassing scene of pens being thrown at your face, you're coming back for more? Tell me, Steven, why don't you just move on?"

He didn’t bring any of his family members with him. “N-no, it’s not like that. I just don’t want Jenna to be lonely. We’re best friends. You know. Please sit here if you don’t mind hearing my son’s cries or ignorant hands.” Steven’s face broke into a smile. I saw his eyes light up just like Jason’s and Harry’s. Oh God, he’s not Jason. Steven sat next to me, whistling. He took out his bottle and drank half of it. “It looks like you’re very thirsty.” I opened the conversation between us to melt the awkward atmosphere between us.