Yellow Diamond Steven Novels & Stories

"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?”

STEVEN I picked up the call. “Hello, this is Steven speaking.” “Hello, Mr. Steven, this is Dylan,” the kid replied. “Oh, Dylan. How are your siblings? Has school dismissed for the day?” I asked. “Yes, sir, we just got out,” he replied. “Can I speak to Mr. Gray, please?” I hesitated. “Oh…” “Are you not with Mr. Gray, Mr. Steven?” he asked. “My brothers and I would like to see him.”

“Is Steve here?” “Yes, sir. He's waiting for you in his office. This way, please.” He followed her down the narrow hallway leading to the back of the store. With every step, his heart beat a little faster—not from nerves alone, but because of what that ring would mean to Catarina. The attendant opened the door, and he walked in. Steve Davis, one of the country's most sought-after jewelers, immediately rose to his feet, smiling when he saw him. “Henri! I'm glad you're here. I've been expecting you,” he said, extending his hand.

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

* Yan stood before the door, staring blankly at it. She can’t believe she’s actually at his door. She breathed out deeply before exerting pressure on the door bell. She did so twice before the door flung open revealing Steven. Yan stepped in but Steven stopped her on her track. “Change your shoes” Steven said coldly. Yam removed her shoes, slipping her foot into the flip flop before her. “Why are you suddenly interested in my proposal?” Steven asked, transferring a good amount of water from the jug into a cup.

He emphasized talk though, like there wasn't time for anything else. “Haven't seen you in a little while,” Cassandra commented as she walked in the door. Her eyes didn't fall on all the glittery things this time around. Steven liked to hide the fact that he had money. He didn't wear flashy clothes, and he didn't drive around in an attention-seeking sports car. He did spend money in his house though. Everything was gold and shiny, diamond encrusted. His home was pure opulence and Cassandra couldn't help but take it in as she set her gaze back on Steven. Why did he look different? His eyes were a little hollow, there were bags under them, and his hair didn't have the same shine to it. He looke

What is that suppose to mean? Lunette snapped. "So where is Steven I don't see him anywhere!" Jerry Wu asked as he looked around for any sign of someone who looks like Steven. "He's on his way father so relax." Lunette rolled her eyes. "I'm here babe. Sorry I'm late, how do you do sir? I'm Steven Lee!" A mild baratone voice voice said from behind Lunette. Steven hugged Lunette from behind and kissed her hair, he then kissed Crimson's forehead before stepping besides them and bowing to Jerry Wu who was shocked to see the popular chef in his home.

I wiped the frosting off my face and opened the live stream, just in time to see Steven slide a diamond ring onto Selena's finger. It was a ring worth 270 thousand dollars. The diamond caught the light and made my eyes ache. I looked down, finding myself disheveled and unkempt. Suddenly, I recalled how Steven had knelt in this same basement three years ago. He was holding up a can tab as a ring. "When I make it big again, I'll buy you the biggest diamond there is." Now, he had bought one, but it wasn't for me. … Steven came back very late that night.