White Steven Novels & Stories

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

- Steven said "Is that why you both truly look alike.. Sometimes I wonder if you were the man that I had a one night stand with.. But your eyes are blue, and your beards is making me confused, but Mavin doesn't keep beards and his eyes are white.. Pure white and looking also colourless.." - I said, as I finally walked up to the dinning table to meet Steven. Steven eyes only narrowed at me when I said that I had thought that he was the man that I had slept with.

The best we can do in our situation is to accept their offer. “Look!” Harris suddenly exclaims. “That’s Steven!” On the monitor in one of the pools, we see a man wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants emerge from the hotel. He walks so slowly with only one shoe on his feet and the other is bare. Staggering and limping, he slowly walks towards the pool. “Steven!” I call him as if he can hear me. He stays still when he is now near the pool and pauses as if he is thinking about something. He then eventually look up at the sky and closes his eyes.

If this continued, with little Heloise’s personality, she would definitely throw caution to the wind. Steven, who had remained quiet and docile the whole time, slowly lifted his head and looked up at the sky. The blue was vivid and beautiful. The white clouds shifted into all kinds of shapes, just like the clouds he and Heloise used to watch while lying on the rocks at BlueWolf Mountain. How nice. To be able to see her one more time. Now there were no regrets left. Steven lowered his gaze and looked at the chatting men. Suddenly, he lunged at the armed execution officer, his expression fierce.

I wondered to myself and was also a little curious, so I stood and waited for that person to appear. I opened my eyes wide, surprised when the person getting out of the car was Steven. The sound of shouting grew louder; they crowded to take pictures with him. Since the day he saved me from Kirk, I haven't seen him again. Steven is still as stylish and elegant as ever. He wears a fitted black suit and a white shirt. He wears a dark gray knee-length robe over it; his hair is combed with glue to accentuate the handsomeness of a powerful man. It makes Steven more attractive. I couldn't figure it out myself, but somehow I found every detail about him amazingly fascinating.

“I’m Willow.” He takes his eyes off the road briefly to look at me. His eyes are a dazzling blue, I had never seen anything like them. His blonde hair is cropped short like the Alpha’s, only he had a shaved pattern on the sides. I much preferred to look at him than the Alpha. He seemed more welcoming. “Beta Ash Stevens.” He smiles at me. “Everyone calls me Stevens” “Sit back!” Alpha Zane demands. I roll my eyes at him. He still had hold of my leg so it wasn’t like I was going anywhere.

Steven sighs. Archer blinks at Steven, shocked at his younger brother. I blink at him a few times too. Stevens usually quiet, reserved. He rarely speaks let alone says something in spite of another brother. Archer finally gives up. He leans against the wall and shakes his head silently in disbelief.

[NAME : STEVEN LEWIS CLASS : WARRIOR SPECIFICATION : SHAPESHIFTER (DRAGON) TIER 4 : 6 250 / 8 000 LOW CORE ENERGY : 5 marks + 1 high mark STRENGTH : 56 AGILITY : 52 STAMINA : 50 PERCEPTION : 35] Steven could hardly believe his eyes, he didn't check his progress every day but this weekend he was still only at 2 750 / 8 000.

"Tell me: why are you here? Did Joshua get you to come, or was it Jim? I'm telling you, I can forgive all the other pranks you did on me before, but not this one! If you're not going to properly coax me, I won't stop being angry!" Steven furrowed his brow and looked at the stubborn woman in front of him. He knew that she was immersed in her fantasy and would not listen to anything he said. Thus, he furrowed his brow and sternly spoke, "Miss, I'm going to tell you one last time. I'm not Luke Jones; my name is Steven Hughes. Take care." Then, he turned around and strode away. Gwen furrowed her brow. Steven Hughes? Why did that name sound so familiar? It was as if she had heard it somewhere.

In the sacred space, Steven's voice was devoid of emotion. "I, Lycan Steven Styles, reject you Nathalie Salem Bentley, as my human mate,” he said while glaring at me with those intense hazel-green eyes. He was supposed to kill me. He has been traveling around the world for centuries just to find his mate to kill her—but he didn’t kill me… yet. "I, Nathalie Salem Bentley, accept your rejection, Lycan Steven," I said, holding onto the blanket, shielding my bare body from his eyes full of hunger.