Trollhunters Steve の小説・ストーリー

“Yes,you heard it right, he is one of us but he turned. He hid it all this time and I didn’t even know.” Stooper stood up and paced around the room. “No way. I mean… Simon? But he has been your assistant for how long now?” “Yes, for the whole three years,” Steve replied quietly. “Three years and you didn’t know?” Stooper looked at Steve in disbelief. Steve ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. “I didn’t feel his scent.He masked it very well . And I was too focused on everything else to notice.” Stooper sat down again, still shaking his head. “That’s not like you, Steve. You’re the Alpha and you should’ve seen it.”

Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members. A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.

Steve had always seen Rose as his role model, a good person that would never hurt others, intentionally nor by mistake-If only he knew the truth. "Don't let their words get to you sis, those internet trolls only know how to hurt people", Steve said, placing the last dish on the rack, he had finished washing. He turned to face his sister, placing both her hands in his, "they don't know you well just like I do. You are a good person and would never hurt anyone". Rose couldn't help the tears in her eyes as she pulled Steve for a hug.

I could deal with all the shit out there just not with anyone fucking with her. Steven Taylor is a dirty cop who's been playing both sides of the fence. He'd been feeding my guys Intel, which, he wasn't the only cop I owned I owned plenty, some in very high positions even up to the mayors' office and beyond. But it seems he'd also been selling information to the Staccos.

“I saw you at Angel's funeral. You obviously know that Angel is dead, but why are you asking like you don't know that? Who are you real bastard?!” Steve was taken aback for a few seconds before he finally laughed. Laughter exactly the antagonist guy in the movies. Steve smiled, then he said, "Damn it, I got caught." ---

Katherine’s voice was calm, but her fingers tightened around her parents’ hands as she gently led them toward the living room where Steve was standing. “Mom, Dad… I want you to meet Steve. He’s my husband.” She swallowed before continuing. “This is Nerine, his daughter. And this is Luke, his friend.” David and Leonor both looked at Steve at the same time. If they were judging purely by appearance, the difference between him and Richard was obvious. Steve stood tall and composed, even with a bandage wrapped around his arm. There was something solid about him—quiet confidence, the kind that didn’t need to prove itself.

"I've known Steve since we were little and this is the first time I've seen him like anyone or anything this much. He is whipped for you. You're right, he had never been with a guy so I guess that's one of the reasons he was so scared and confused. It was all so new to him. Feeling that way for a guy. I really shouldn't be the one saying all these to you cause it's kinda feeling like a confession but I guess I'm doing it. Right from the moment he saw you, he liked you. He was in denial for a while but I knew he actually did like you. Remember when I picked on you? You might have been wondering why i did that when he never even spoke to each other. It was because of Steve. Fine, it might have

“The second option like I told you is something wild, something you might not like to hear, and something I, myself am not even sure of, but you might have some insight on it.” “And what is that?” Rhea frowned. Mork heaved a deep breath again. “Do you happen to know a guy named Steve?” “I know lots of guys,” Rhea frowned. “Over the years, I have had the privilege to slay a lot of them and I can’t possibly keep the names of all the people I’ve killed in my head. Tell me how exactly I killed this one and maybe I would remember.” Mork stared at her and frowned. “And what if I told you that he was not among one of the people you killed?”

", My annoying human screamed in joy. 'Who's he, Becca?' I asked, on which she became silent. 'I'm asking this out of concern. How can a mere human refrain a witch from using her power? And how can a mere human threaten a werewolf for blocking his wolf? What if he is someone who can hurt us?' 'I don't know who is he, Maira.' 'Really?' 'Yes. REALLY. And I'm sure that he will never hurt us. I'm sure you will learn to trust him soon.' "Talking to your wolf?" I heard him speaking. "Umm...how can you say so?" "Because Steve has peed in his clothes and you seem lost even after seeing that." "Shit! I didn't see that." "That's fine. Kids generally do that after having their food, and sometimes they.

“Why? I heard he has left rehab long ago.” It was my turn to frown. I understood that Steve was also healing, so he couldn’t be with me in my time of need. But now I was learning that he has been out for a long time? Why didn’t he come to see me? Didn’t my accident mean anything to him? I was about to get angrier when I realized something. Lucian was not friends with Steve, so how did he know that he was out of rehab? Curious, I asked, and he answered with a shrug, “because photos and videos of him leaked on the internet? It was a trending topic for a while.”