Yellow Diamond Steven Novels & Stories

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

His jaws tightened the moment he realised Aria’s teary face. Moments later, Steven stepped into the cabin. He sat across from Theodore. “Yes?” Theodore asked, coldly. Steven hesitated. “I… I want my daughter back,” he stammered. Theodore’s gaze turned deadly. More like he would eat Steven alive right now. Steven swallowed hard. Sweat beading on his brow. Without a word, Theodore flicked his eyes to Siam. Siam stepped forward and snapped open a sleek briefcase on the desk. Inside, stacks of cash were neatly arranged. It was a huge amount that bulged Steven’s eyes.

It impressed him because the King never opted for clear colours before. He looked absolutely handsome, even better than the Kings he always imagined while reading his favourite books. "Taegen." he stood before the instrument. Taegen lifted his head and smiled at him, "Welcome back Diamond." Jimmy's eyes grew wider when he noticed the yellow colour mixed with the pink on the King's eyes. Yellow means happiness. He remembered the note he wrote when he read the book about the Emius. He promised to make Taegen happy and it finally happened. "Good afternoon, your Majesty." Ruby greeted the king.

He said loudly then cleared his throat and extended his hand. "I'm sorry, it's just that it's been so long since I saw you, I'm doctor Jacob." He said with a smile. I moved closer and shook his hand. "I'm fine thanks, and my real name is Alex Thomson, not Lewis." I answered calmly. "Oh, is that so?. I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable." He said then dropped his hand. "It's fine, I have been called that name a lot of times. Anyway, this here beside me is my friend Cian." I answered.

His hands were above his head to help with his panting. Steve is a brunette with green-brown eyes. The color of old mud with yellowish green algae growing on it. He is a bit taller than Aeon, though a lot thinner in frame. A thin splatter of freckles dotted across his tanned face, making him look younger than he is. Permanent baby face syndrome. Something the Partials hadn’t noticed before was a necklace with a silver colored ring on it. “We both do. Same question, we’re both just curious about it.” Elexa spoke up too, nodding her head in agreement.

It probably wouldn't have been ideal for anyone else, and hell, Nikki may hate me for not making more of a production out of it, but either way, I stuck my hand into my pocket. She focused on our son, yet I knew the moment she saw the diamond that glittered in the white-gold setting. I heard the gasp seconds before she moved her fingers to her mouth. When she pulled back enough for me to see her eyes, radiant blues and deep greys feathered from her pupils, and tears pooled, threatening to cascade down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but this was when she was the most beautiful...when she was vulnerable.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"He conned me out of my Karmic Bloomfire! Marshal Snow, you'll learn what that costs!" Yohan pulled out a small golden box made of wood. Inside was the parent gold beetle. Muttering under his breath, he activated the parent beetle, which began to stir.

His eyes flicked toward Mason's bare neck. “Sir?” Mason’s voice faded in Ste-phen’s hearing. Ste-phen’s fingers trailed lightly over Mason’s skin, his gaze intense. Mark. Mate. Mark. Claim him. Mate is ours. “Mr. Ste-phen!” Mason called his name louder this time, snapping Ste-phen out of his trance. Ste-phen blinked, his golden eyes locking onto Mason’s. “Your eyes… they’re gold.” Mason didn’t sound scared—just concerned. “And your body is warm. Are you alright?”

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.