Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

LIA’S POV The morning had started beautifully …at least, that’s what I thought. I woke up to the smell of something burning, though the scent wasn’t entirely unpleasant. When I got out of bed, I found Steve in the kitchen, shirtless, humming off-key as he tried to flip pancakes. “Really?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You don’t even know how to cook properly.” He grinned without turning. “Who says I don’t? These are special…made with love.”

Covering myself with a light throw I looked up at Penny returning with old Steve in tow. “Mister Steve wishes to speak with you about Mister Hawkins,” she said softly and I creased my brow as I looked at Steve. “I know that he is a vampire king, and it bothered him after I pointed it out,” I muttered, and he nodded as he let out a long exhale. Wringing his hands Steve clenched his teeth and looked around the room. “I'm feeding him now,” I commented, assuming he was curious about the child, and grinned slightly when he nodded.

But how will I deal with all my problems ? Out of nowhere an idea pops into my mind. I suddenly pluck out one of the candles from the table. It won't be that bad. Let me see whether this can help me. I stretch my right arm and tilt the candle slowly. I wince and fist my palm as the candle wax falls on the warm skin of my arm, causing a stinging sensation in the area. Tears start to form in my eyes as memories of my high school life flash through my mind. People calling me stutter boy, nerd, worthless, stupid, disgusting. I hear it every day. And I know it's true. I'm worthless and disgusting.

he asked as gently as he could, feeling worse when the guy flinched. “I was walking back to my place after a night out with some friends when I come across his scent, it was like nothing I had ever smelt before” Steve said with a shudder, remembering the way the scent of crocus’ and lavender and Pure Omega had wrapped around him and dragged him down the street. “I followed the scent into an abandoned house, a vampire den, I almost ripped the place apart until I found the door down to the basement. He was there, trapped in the corner. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen” he whispered around the lump in his throat.

"He's so picky when it comes to food. I don't know what to do anymore. He won't eat bread if it's not toasted. No fruits unless it's in puree form." "Ew Danick, you eat puree?" Antara cackled. "You're making him blush, stop it." Palmer said to Antara but was eyeing him. June did notice the big pink spot on both his cheeks now. It was funny. Just the few minutes she's spent at this table, she could tell her best friend and her mate had something. They shared something, something deep. Something only mates shared. And she instantly felt envious. "Danick, what do you do for a living by the way?" June sought to make conversation.

Tara stuttered, still not fully out of her trance, "I'll...I'll go to my room. Would you come in thirty minutes?" "Yes, sure" The cheer in Venetia's voice at this hour of night was staggering, making Tara forget her own torment to wonder about Venetia's secret to energy. She walked back to room, not minding the elevator, delaying what had to be done. With a slow creek when she opened the door, his neck turned to gaze at the peeper, only slightly before realizing it was her. His body faced the French window that now remained open, allowing the coldness to freely seep through, carrying the acrid smell of his cigarette away. It had to be the first time she had seen him smoking, and just like sh

How did you speak the truth aloud when you didn’t understand it yourself? I passed into the dark stairwell that led to the lower cellar, where the stone smelled of earth and rot and time. The light was thinner here. The world quieter. Still. And yet I wasn’t alone. I paused on the third step. There, half-shadowed near the bottom landing, stood a tall figure I recognized instantly. Derrin. The Alpha’s Beta. His right hand. His enforcer. He wasn’t looking at me. Not exactly. But he didn’t need to.

Chris strode into his modern apartment, a satisfied smirk playing on his chiseled face. The day had been long, but the night was just beginning. As an attractive, fit 34-year-old with piercing blue eyes and an impressive package, Chris knew how to make the most of his free time. And tonight, he had plans with Joko, a tall, skinny twink with a penchant for big cocks and even bigger balls.

“No, master, I —” “Remove your panties and hand them over,” Hawk said as he lifted his fork again and sliced into the steak. Blood welled up from the cut, and he brought the meat to his mouth. His gaze never left her face as he chewed, savouring both the rare steak and the look of terror on her face. “Now, cupcake.” Her thighs pressed together under the table. She hated herself for it and hated the wetness already gathering. She detested the way her body lit up at the name he only used when he was about to undo her.

Steve looked at me with a serious expression, "I'm not asking for much. I just want you to talk to me, and I'll listen. Don't be difficult, just talk to me." "About what, Steven? What could I possibly talk to you about that'll make me feel any better?" I snapped and waited for him to answer, when I saw he was going to open his mouth to say something I cut him off, "hell is a hot place, Steve, and it's made for people like you. Keeping us locked up in here," I glared at him and started to excessively scratch my arms, my hands itching for something. More like my body itching for something, itching for relief.