White Steven Novels & Stories

Kaya smiled. "The White Family is sitting on such wealth; it's only fair that they share it with us. After all, they wouldn't have a lifetime to enjoy it anyway," Stevie said with a smile, but there was endless cruelty in the depths of his eyes. He was a heartless man and would do anything to achieve his goals. This could be seen by how easily he killed Maite simply because he believed she would pose a threat to the Veronezzi family. He had been drooling over the wealth of the White Family for a long time, so of course, they wouldn't hold back.

He asked as he sat back, waiting for me to answer him. I took a seat in front of the desk. "Well, I have a business proposition for you, but I don't do anything with people I don't know." "Really?" He eyed me for quite a long time before he spoke again. "The name is Steven... Steven Black and as of a week ago I took charge in the absence of the Rogue King." He smirked as he leaned forward on his desk. "Now that you know who I am, who are you, and what do you want?"

They smell weird,’ I asked Steven in the mind link as we backed up a little. ‘Not sure. But I like our odds. They don’t look as strong as a werewolf and a superhuman,’ he responded with a sense of confidence, subtly positioning himself to shield me. ‘That’s like my friend!’ I replied. I watched as the two men advanced, their menacing intentions clear. Steven’s hands were poised for action. I could sense the tension coiled in his body, ready to erupt into a fight at any moment. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice steady even as my stomach churned with fear.

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

Grayson, Faye and Steven entered the living room. Steven was so handsome! He had dark red hair and kind amber eyes. His smile was insane and there were freckles littered all over his face. I liked him already! “Wow, you are just as beautiful as Faye said you were,” Steven shook my hand. “I’m so happy to meet you.” “You too Steven, thank you for coming!” I giggled. “Oh I’ve only imagined meeting Grayson like this a million times. Faye and I both have.”

I could have done with a massage tonight. At 7:50 p.m. the doorbell rings. Cameron isn’t home from surgery yet but his massage therapist has arrived. I answer the door and my eyes widen. Suddenly I’m self-conscious because of my daggy attire. “Hello.” The tall, muscular blond smiles. “I’m Steven. I’m here for Cameron.” He’s huge and he’s wearing all white clothing with a massage table tucked under his arm. He smells like massage oil. Holy hell. He’s just so...

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

Admiration tugged at her heart, but she quickly pushed it aside when a young man made his way over to her. It was none other than Steven, King Greg’s cousin. Tall with wavy black hair and smouldering blue eyes, he had a smile that was both charming and menacing. “Why hello there,” he said huskily as he reached out for Lyra’s hand. “Hey there,” Steven said, his voice smooth. “I’m Steven. You must be Lyra.” Lyra nodded and smiled politely. “Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you.” Steven’s eyes swept over her, and he smirked. “So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.”

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.