Stinky Steve の小説・ストーリー

I said, waiting. The demon, who I call Steve because his name is bizarre and hard to pronounce, isn’t an ordinary run-of-the-mill demon. He was actually banished from Hell and refused to tell me why, but I still ended up sticking his incorporeal form in a small box. Remember all those railroad killings in the 1890s? Yeah, it was Steve. “Alright, honey bunnies,” I said, standing and walking over to the shelf, grabbing a small box of special herbs, “Rejection session is over. Good night, everyone!”

Beta Richard said, holding his nose. “Wait, are you trying to imply that I stink right now?” Steve asked jokingly as he sniffed his clothes but pulled his head back immediately, making Beta Richard laughed at him. “You can see that you stink, right?” Beta Richard asked him. “Yes, I do.” Steve admitted, “I can't believe I've been wearing the same clothes every day for almost a month now. Huh.” He said again with irritation. “You see that you truly need to freshen up.” Beta Richard said and Steve nodded in agreement.

They sure went too far, but I'm fine, so I don't want to make a big deal out of this. "No need; I'm not hurt anyway. It's nothing serious; let's just say I was unlucky and met some silly girls who lacked education!" I exclaimed, "Lazy. Argh, the fishy smell is very strong. "After this, go wash your car. Your car must be smelly too because it got egg and tomato stains off me," I said to Steve. His expensive car stinks because of me. "How can you still think about cars? Look at your condition; you're so messed up!" Steve gave me a sinister look.

Steve stared in horror, he couldn't move any part of his body, it struck him so hard leaving him transfixed, As much as his head could calculate, the man In front of him is no other person than his father, the same man his mother had shown him to be his father, Steve fluttered his eyes and scrutinized the man ad he walked closer to them, he was smoking and grunting, his body had tattoos with muscles sprouting out, he was a real definition of a gangster,

the mature lady replied. “Mom,” Emma scoffed. “Enough, that is so inappropriate.” Priscillia had a twinkle in her eyes as her smile deepened. Steve was red with embarrassment and he lost his appetite for his tea. Priscillia took a seat on one of the couches and crossed her leg. “You smell different,” she stated. “Scent maskers,” Steve replied. “Those are illegal, why would you have them on?” Priscillia asked. “We were being hunted by these monster wolves. They were an experiment gone wrong.” Steve answered.

Steve said like he owned the home. “How could we let you do such a thing.” Claire protested, but her mother pulled her aside and smiled and nodded in agreement at Steve as they headed to the living room to select a movie for the night. Steve brought the dishes and stacked them in the sink with a look of disgust. Who would have thought that he would stoop so low as to touch dirty dishes, but to gain what he wanted tonight, he endured. After washing his hands a little longer than usual, Steve retrieved the wine and set three glasses full of the nectar it contained. A white substance appeared from Steve’s pocket, and he paid a great deal for this substance. Spanish fly and horny goat weed didn’

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.

And after the man said, the maid that Frankie had given the order came up with a tray carrying several bottles of alcohol. "Why are you having a hard time telling me? Could it be ... She is—," "—No, you idiot!" said Stev quickly. "I haven't even said it yet," Frankie snorted in disgust. "You can see from your eyes alone," replied Stev. "Oh, yes?" Stev nodded, "You look like a pervert." Frankie gave a low grimace when he heard Stev say that. The man could not understand what Stev had just told him. "You don't have a mirror at home?"

One of the other security asks; "Where is Steve" "Somewhere in the cave back there." He grabs my shirt and says; "We got to go and find him." I rip his hands off my shirt and says; "I saw the gash on his leg, and it was massive. I also saw a human skull in the cave. The teeth of whatever is in there are almost dinosaur-like teeth. I tell you now that if you go back in there, you are not coming out. Steve gave his life so that I can get back here to give you his message. It was to get out of here and do not go and look for him."