Yellow Diamond Steven の小説・ストーリー

Daniella said. **** “Arrggghhh!!” Steven yelled as he slammed his fist into his table. He clenched his fist tightly and slammed his fist into a wall in the office. His fangs grew, and his eyes turned bright red. “Steven, please calm down; this isn't helping,” Gabriella said softly as she stared at him.

Dolly's eyes glittered with delight. "Steven, you're incredible. So many rare wines… not like some people, who only know how to hoard junk." Her sneer flicked toward me at the back of the group. Steven waved his hand with practiced ease. "This is only part of my collection. Feel free to look around. But be careful. Don't drop anything." My expression darkened. Aside from my sister, I was the only one who knew that code. How did he? Had I been wrong? Was Steven truly a close friend of hers—trusted enough to be lent the estate?

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.

, but Steven has a blue eyes. Steven sighed and replied - "I still don't know how to confront father about it, as I meet this young woman that claimed to be my mother, She's very beautiful, yellow, and she said that she gave birth to me and Mavin, I don't know how, and I ought to have confronted father about it, but I kept mute and waiting for the right time to ask fatter about it." "No, I cannot believe this. Is Mavin and I also brother and sister?" - I shivered, as I asked Steven that question, but he shook his head sadly and replied - "I don't know sisiter."

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

Even the three receptionists were clicking away on their keyboard, after greeting Drake. Nyra looked at everyone around her and was a little stunned. "Are they scared of you?" She asked Drake in confusion. Drake smiled at her comment, without replying. "Good Morning sir" Drake's assistant Steve greeting his boss, walking a step behind Drake and Nyra. Mason too caught up with them and walked on the other side of Drake, besides Nyra. "Morning Steve" Drake greeted back. Nyra looked at the man whom Drake called Steve. He is an Afro - American vampire. His eyes are a bright red in color.

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

"No." He is lying. He is totally terrible at lying because his neck turns a bright pink color. I lean forward, putting my hands on the table so my shadow falls right over him. "You smiled at that little screen more than you have ever smiled at me, Stevens. Tell me why." His throat moves as he swallows hard, but before he can speak, the pack servants roll in big carts full of shining moonstone relics, heavy silver collars, and diamonds. "Oh, this one looks very pretty," Stevens says, picking up a silver neck collar with blue sapphires. His eyes shine bright. He grabs the jewelry like a lifeline to avoid my question, and it makes my wolf growl inside. Why is he hiding things from his Alpha?

Steven lay in the rubble. He snorted weakly and said, "I'm Dragon Slayer, no. 32 on the Blacklist. I won't betray my employer." "Is that so? Go to hell then," Sebastian said coldly without any hesitation. He crushed Steven's head with one single foot. Then, he retrieved a mobile phone from the thugs on the ground. He scrolled through the contacts and dialed a number. Mateo was waiting for news from Steven and his subordinates at a five-star hotel in Steinberg.

Adriel's lips parted, his breath catching in his throat, as he awaited the news. His gaze darted back and forth, searching Steven's expression for any hint of what was to come. The folder on his desk slipped from his fingers, its contents spilling onto the floor, unnoticed. “She is not dying. She is fine but it is just that I found out…” “You found out what? Go on!” “She is actually not just a simple girl who came from the countryside but she is a jewel designer.” Steven stressed the last word for it to sink in. “Jewel designer? Do you know what you are even saying, Steven?”