Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

“I’m done humoring this asshole. We’ve given him enough time to come clean, and all he’s doing is playing us for fools.” He’s right. I can’t see myself standing here until the sun comes up with nothing to show for it. Thaddeus kicks the chair from under him, and he falls backwards with a loud thump. “Ouch!” he yells when his head hits the hard terracotta floor. “Comfortable, Steve?” he smiles. Steve’s not comfortable at all. His armpits are soaked through with sweat and there’s a musty smell coming from him. It smells like fear.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

I don’t like it. “I don’t want to disappear, you bitch,” Teresa stands up and dumps a steaming bowl of mashed potatoes on Stevee.

"I told you I'm swamped today," Monica Bowman huffed. "Don't bug me with calls or your absurd questions." Before I could turn the camera to show the scene, she hung up. Jake Finley scoffed and lunged, his boot slamming into my knee with brutal force. "Who do you think you are, meddling in my affairs?" he spat. "One word from me, and you're blacklisted in this city. Get lost!" I stumbled, biting back the pain. "Do you have any idea who those snacks are for?"

It was precisely because Steve's realm was completely incomparable with the group of monsters equivalent to Heavenly Spirit Realm that everyone did not take him too seriously from the beginning. In everyone's mind, he was at most a human cultivator, and he played a role in communication. However, when all the demons looked desperate, Steve showed an utterly different viciousness.

We had a pleasant dinner, all chatting about my school and classes before my mom had to get her scrubs on and head off for her 12 hour shift. I was a bit nervous being left home with Steve, who I barely knew, so I went up to bed soon after my mom left. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep eluding me for a while. I decided to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As I went down the stairs, I heard a sound toward the living room of women cheering drunkenly. I peeked around the door frame curiously, finding Steve sitting on the couch, nude, watching a video of young girls flashing the camera drunkenly. Steve's large hand that so recently cradled my own was wrapped tightly around his co

As we stepped out of the store, the scent of blood became overwhelming and I dug my nails into his arm. “Okay, let’s go home.” He smiled. I couldn’t talk for fear that I would jump the first human that passed us by and we walked a little faster. As soon as we stepped through the doors of our building, the scent was gone. As if it had been sealed outside, and I turned to look at the doors. That was when Fynn explained why he and my father had chosen this building. They had already started work on the building to stop the scent of human blood from pushing through the street. If a human was inside the building, we would smell it, but the overwhelming scent from the outside would stay outside. W

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

he said in an irritated tone. “I can’t go to the shop, Mr.Stone…” I said and was about to say the reason. He cut me off and said, “Who do you think you are? Tell me the shop name. I will send someone for that, and you can throw yourself out from this office.” I so want to kill him now, but I controlled myself and said, “Mr.Stone, the shop name is Pari.” I can tell that he is confused, so I continued “I made that yesterday in the canteen kitchen, as I didn’t have time to go and search for a shop and buy it.”

It’s only a matter of time before I lose my shit. “Because I was obeying your order, sir. Although, he was here not long ago and he’d asked that you reach out to him as soon as you could because he can’t . He says it’s……an unusual situation.” I hang up the call and dial Steve, the accountant’s number with precision, eager to know what’s going on. He picks up on the second ring. “A word, please.” I say and end it before he can speak. Steve and his mother live in the packhouse after being rescued from one of the rogue packs we’d defeated years ago and when we found out that he’d studied accounting, he’d been working for my father and I ever since.