This is the adventures of Steve the God. Just a light read to pass time.

Some people, like myself, are born fortunate. 

We have an edge in lofe that no-one else has. 

You can say its unfair but when was life ever fair.

That day just typical day for Steve Surfing internet, Reading Worm Fic on SB and SV but before he sleeps, Steve got an Email about CYOA.

"I guess I will fill this form before I sleep."

Little did he know that is the beginning of his adventure

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except my character Steve

My cover I take it from "YunYunHakusho" Spacebattler if you want me to take down your art let me know and I will take it down

"Are The Ways of Spiritual Training and cell activation's breaking through the bottleneck related?" Steve asked.
"Yes! In addition to developing the brain, spiritual training can stimulate nerves and enhance the control of the body, which naturally makes it easier to break through the bottleneck." The Heart of the Universe gave Steve a detailed analysis of the data. This detailed report also pointed out the various benefits of spiritual training for the body.
Steve became silent when he saw the report. If Lucy and Sofia were to practice The Ways of Spiritual Training, it would really help them a lot.
However, it was not Steve who had the final say, but Judy who would decide. After all, spiritual cultivation involved the secrets of the Lemurian civilization, of which Judy was the sage. As such, the sages have the rights to choose whether to lead humanity to evolve and who to lead.
"Judy, I want to teach Lucy and Sofia The Ways of Spiritual Training." Steve consulted Judy via the bracelet.
From within the bracelet, Judy answered, "They are your women, so you naturally believe that you can teach them spiritual cultivation, but it is very difficult to cultivate the 'Beginner's Way of Spiritual Training.' This is because, without the help of instruments, accidents can easily occur."
Steve recalled that it was really difficult, even dangerous, to practice the "Beginner's Way of Spiritual Training" when he had first started. If it had not been for his accessibility to the use of special instruments, he might not have succeeded.
Steve was a little hesitant. If he really wanted them to practice this, he would have to resort to using instruments. But, the instruments were currently in the Apollo Battleship, and if he were to bring the girls into the Apollo Battleship, the secrets of the Lemurian civilization would definitely be revealed!
Although Steve didn't mind sharing the secrets with them, there were huge risks involved with his doing so. After all, the Apollo Battleship was the treasure of mankind!
Steve had planned to announce the existence of the Apollo Battleship in the future, but only when he was strong enough to defend if from being robbed by others. Hence, Steve had no intention of letting the girls know about the Apollo Battleship, at least not yet.
"Is there any other way?" Steve asked.
"No, but I have a simplified set of the 'Development of the Brain Techniques,' which is much less risky. At the same time, it's also easier to practice," Judy said.
She then added, "But, it's just a martial art. It can strengthen the development of the brain, but it cannot produce spiritual power. At the same time, it can also strengthen the control of the body and enhance the body's combat power. However, its limit is only an increase of five times the power."
Five times the combat power would be an immeasurable super-high-level military skill in the military! This was because the most powerful martial art in the military base offered no more than three times the combat power, and it also had powerful side effects! He knew this because he had used it when he fought with Antonio.
"It's decided then. I'll have a chance to teach Sofia and Lucy 'The Beginner's Way of Spiritual Training' later." Steve decided immediately.
"'The Development of the Brain Techniques' can lay a solid foundation, then it will be easier for them to practice spiritual training in the future." Judy then taught the technique to Steve. As she did so, huge amounts of knowledge poured into his mind and were quickly absorbed and digested by the Heart of the Universe.
"Master, this technique has the same stimulation limit effect, which makes it adequate for Lucy and Sofia to use," The Heart of the Universe reported.
Steve nodded. Five times the combat power was much better than the most powerful martial art with three times the combat power in the military.
"Sofia, Lucy. I have a martial art to teach you. This martial art is very mysterious. You must not reveal it to anyone," Steve said solemnly. He was trying to prevent them from accidentally divulging secrets and causing others to find out about the Lemurian civilization.
"What martial art? Is it strong?" Lucy asked curiously.
"This martial art is the key to my ability to fight people who are stronger than me. It can increase combat powers by five times. Moreover, there are no side effects, and at the same time, it allows you to break through the 100% cell activation bottleneck." Steve expression was serious.
Sofia and Lucy suddenly turned serious, showing no signs of joking. After all, helping them break through 100% cell activation was already going to help them tremendously, but the most amazing thing was thinking about them achieving five times the combat power!
"No, your martial art is too precious. We can't ask you for it." Sofia refused his offer immediately.
"Yes, it's too precious." Lucy also shook her head.
"No matter how valuable this martial art is, it is not as precious as you guys are to me." Steve shook his head and said firmly. "Besides, you need it."
Sofia and Lucy still wanted to refuse him, but Steve did not give them the chance. "Are you willing to waste your time stuck in a 99% cell activation bottleneck? Don't you want to be strong? How can you help me in the future?"
Sofia and Lucy suddenly became silent, as his logic made a lot of sense. Steve smiled when he saw that the two women were beginning to soften.
"This is the practice of 'The Development of the Brain.' If you don't understand anything, you can ask me." Steve then sent it to both of them.
Suddenly, the two women looked at Steve with enlightened gazes. "Honey, you are too good to us..." Lucy's eyes were filled with admiration.
Sofia walked straight up to Steve, put her arms around his neck, then kissed him deeply on the mouth. They then shared a passionate kiss.
"Honey, why don't we take a bath together?" Sofia whispered seductively in Steve's ear.
Steve recalled the passionate time he had with Sofia in the bathroom and his desire burned.
"I'm coming with you!" Lucy immediately stood up, determined to join them.

Blue Star Year 2019, the alien invasion of the Blue Star. The planet has been transformed, air, gravity, magnetic field all sent changes. Air and water are highly toxic and polluted. In order to adapt to the environment, human beings and organisms have embarked on the path of gene evolution.

"I, soldier Steve Washington, hereby vows to protect mankind, bring hope and light to mankind, fight for the future of mankind, and lead mankind against aliens..."

An unconspicuous recruit read his oath during the enlistment of the recruits.
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*** Warning***
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Previously in Stories Untold, Steve met Bruce What seems to be the Author of the book that Steve was training under, after a couple of drinks off the tavern Bruce agrees to train Steve on Combat. After weeks months or few Cristopher decided to join them, they were three months of training in and Bruce decided to take a break for the day seeing that it's Sunday... Steve Mess around explained the thing that happened for the past three months thought it seems he had mastered the art of hand by hand combat in less time then expected. He call a Funny Sunday which is really pathetic for Steve.

          Theres only one month before the Royal council will be sending a council member to my house to discuss with the task I was given. After the a week Bruce will be leaving the village for month, So for the week we sat down to study how to use the Zodiac Elements. I didn't pay attention as much as I wanted to, It's just boring. But I do listen if It's critical, he explains that the Mortal body Is given an Element by it's date of birth it's either Fire, Air, Water, and Earth all are equally powered but has a weakness and a strong point. he explains that it has sub Elements like Tunder(Fire), Ice(Water), Wood(Earth), Etc. but one person only has one Element. You can only apply this Zodiac effect to a weapons as you hold them in battle. He also said that only the people that have the Notch bloodline and Herobrine Bloodline can use all the Elements at once there is only twenty people living with the given Bloodlines but no trace of the Herobrine bloodline legend said that The Herobrine bloodline is more superior than Notch's He said that there is only one person who inherited the bloodline but it's only a legend. He explains it as a mod that is created by a special type of player called modders. Enchantments and Elements Can be placed upon a weapon and help master the art which it has been given.

          A month later, I was sparing with Cristopher lately and I spotted something weird as we spar I always see this guy with red eyes pitch black skin and white dirty hoddie and pants on a far distance. I always have this flashbacks or Daydreams or Daymares back on this null knocking me out and appearing in a cave leading to a reflective crystal seeing my self but with white glowing eyes and my reflection that was trying to warn me and reappearing in a gloomy room with the same person who I see while sparing with Cristopher from time to time. I was thinking about this stupid things happening to me while I sat down on top of a tree near a my tree house, I thought to my self waaw this is annoying. John- " Steve! , do you think you should move to your new house by now I mean? ", Steve- " You built me a house? ", John- " Yeah, You are the one who gave all your emeralds to us " Steve- " I dont want it, it's Shit Nobles money anyways built a wall and let the people in the other side to pay. " John- " Funny joke Steve waaaaaw... ", Steve- " Ahhhhh It's a Joke funny, I'm Already packed but my tree house is staying ". I Jumped down the tree, John- " where are your bags? " Steve- " It's in my pocket inside the ender chest " John- " take care of Alex, she will be living with you for a while ". Steve- " I know, just feel weird today like I think some is about to happen like a bad omen". I Arrived in my house and It soon confirms why I feel Odd today, There were eight people in my living room including Alex, Cristopher, Alexander, and Bruce. I actually thought I was In the wrong house so I almost left until Bruce called, Bruce-" Steve you probably don't know this but I'm actually a council official of the Eastern provinces of the kingdom, Field Marshal Alexander sent me here to help you train for the past month ". I wanted to sleep, Bruce and Alexander introduced me to four other people Edrian, John Micheal, Kimberly, and Angel. They assigned into this squad In including Cristopher and witness under investigation Alex. They then gave me a pocket size note book and left my house. Steve- " Let's go upstairs ". I was assigned as team captain of the squad we didn't know each other as much so we introduce our selves in detail. The notebook tells what tier our squad is, what are our daily assignment things like that, it looks like we are signed as a tier four squad. We started talking for a bit, Edrian and Angel are Nobles, John Micheal is a commoner. I didn't know why but Kimberly refuse to tell us her status but she looks and acts like a brat It's obvious to that she's one of does royals. It didn't bother me as much, I might be wrong after all.

          I sent them to help Kimberly train on her magic. I then rushed to Alexanders office for extra information. I arrived slamming the door, Steve- " What the heck Alexander! I thought we're friends " Alexander- " We are friends ". Steve- " You said that ok, but why them? And why me?! " Alexander - " I am one of the three field marshals you know that Steve but this time I couldn't help you with this, I mean your Assigned as team leader " Steve- " But why one of them is a complete novice the other two are Ok the other one is just above better OK!, I explained it to you that I work alone or with Cristopher nothing more  " Alexander- " See Steve, I can't help you the prince him self assigned this squad not me just get on with you mission ". Steve- " Ahhhhhh Fuck! As least give us three weeks to plan" Alexnader-" two week tops". I left his office with a giant frown on my face, So me and Cristopher are basically baby sitting a bunch of seventeen year old ahhhhhhhh what a drag.

TO BE CONTINUED

Hey I’m Steve the protagonist of this story I will be telling you of my story about my adventures in Minecraft. This is how me and my friends went to a journey of crime and merit. Defeating all that crosses our way and Unraveling the Mysteries of my existence. This is MC Stories untold.

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Burt

When Mark and I walked back into LJ's room in the hospital, Jamie was already sitting there, flipping channels on the TV. 

"I didn't know we had a TV," Mark said. He nudged Jamie's shoulders. "Where have you been all day?" 

"I needed to do something important," Jamie said, not taking his eyes off the quickly switching images. 

"More important than busting Burt out of jail?"

"I wasn't in jail, Marky," I gently reminded him. I went to LJ, who was calmly watching Jamie channel surf. "How are you doing, kid?" 

The edges of his lips twitched into he barest minimum of a smile and he gave me a thumbs up. Jamie must have struck a deal or made a bet or something with him to get him to stop talking. Only Jamie can do this, he has super powers or something.

"Yeah, so what happened in jail?" Jamie asked, still flipping channels. "Did you drop the soap?" 

"This isn't funny, Jamie," Mark shook his head. 

"Did they press charges?" Jamie asked. 

"They had nothing to go on, because Mark vouched for me and the bar owner sent his CCTV footage, so the police dismissed their case," I replied. The most harrowing afternoon in my life summed up in one easy sentence. It just didn't seem fair. But what can you do? I patted LJ's hand, the one that wasn't in a cast. "You're lucky the club you were at doesn't have CCTV in the ladies' room." 

"They _say_ they don't have CCTV, but of course they do, Barnes probably paid them off more than what we make in a year," Mark grumbled. "Has anyone heard anything from Steve?"

"Missy called me earlier, crying because Steve had turned his phone off," Jamie said. He stopped flipping channels and stopped on us jumping over a couch, bags of potato chips in our hands. It was a TV ad we did seven years ago. I did something funny, I don't remember what, but I had the oddest look on my face, and all four boys fell into each other, laughing with their entire bodies. 

I felt something squeeze my hand. I looked at LJ and he smiled at me broader than he did earlier. I squeezed his hand back.

Jamie started flipping again. "Anyway, Ned said there's a photo of Steve gassing his car near the North Expressway that was posted an hour ago, so hey, at least we know he's not dead." 

"Jame," LJ suddenly said in a feeble voice. Jamie immediately stopped flipping channels and a burning car was on the screen. He turned the volume up and Mark and I both froze. It was Song 6.

They really went ahead and launched it. Damn pricks. 

It looked like an art film - the cinematography, the angles, the narrative. The unhappiness and discontent on all our faces. Is this what they call art imitating life? 

"Damn, they didn't show me sing," Mark hissed. 

"They'll probably focus on you when you rap," I assured him. 

"I have one singing line and they didn't show me sing it," Mark was unconsolable. "Oh but look, they need me to romance the girl and set up the love triangle with LJ, who looks like he's about to kill me."

I did feel for Mark. It was obvious that his role in the group was to ensure that people would constantly look at us, and it was something Mark was never comfortable with. Never mind that the video was 50% him and LJ fighting over that girl, both looking very handsome. My heart swelled with pride. Michelle's make up skills are the best.

"And the editing is sloppy," Mark opined. "If they wanted to go for the edgy art film thing, it could be edgier. This is just really bad editing."

"Obviously, the editing is sloppy, they had to finish it in two days," Jamie snorted. Then we all shut up as the camera focused on Steve as he sang the chorus. 

"Why won't he call us?" Mark asked suddenly, as the camera cut to Jamie singing the next verse. None of us replied to that. I, for one, had no idea. 

Mark's rap then came up and we all held our breath as his rap was interspersed with the fight scene. "Man, you look really angry," I had to say. Whether he was rapping at the camera or pushing LJ, he really looked dangerous right now. Jamie got in between them and pushed them apart, shoving LJ away from Mark. No clips of Steve, or of Jamie punching Steve in the face. 

Damn, this feels like it happened ages ago. But it's only Tuesday. 

As the camera cut to Jamie, his part was interspersed with Mark angrily leading Angela away from us, towards the car, with Angela looking back at the camera with misery on her face. Cut to LJ staring at them, with as much misery and incredulity. I flinched. This was the exact same look on his face when the guards wouldn't let us into the dorm, when Ned told us to stay away.

This art imitating life thing sucks.

Cut to Mark and Angela getting into the car, and Mark putting his hand on the key in the ignition. "You're gonna love this, Marky," LJ suddenly said, mirth in his voice. Before we could ask him what he meant, Mark's hand turned the key and... the car blew up. 

Both LJ and Jamie burst out laughing. They had obviously seen this already.  When I came out of my initial shock, I held my own laughter in check as Mark hissed, "What the fuck..."

Still laughing, Jamie turned to LJ and said, "That's 50 dollars." 

I looked at LJ. "What was that?" 

"Everytime I say anything, it's 50 bucks per sentence," LJ explained, also still laughing.

"100 dollars," Jamie said. 

"It's worth it, though," LJ chuckled. 

"One fifty."

"I'm never driving again," Mark muttered. 

The video ended. It was aired on a music channel. Apparently, Jamie and LJ had been surfing the TV to catch the airings of the mv on the different music channels. The MCs of that channel reminded the viewers that we had just seen Boy Next Door's latest single, and to watch out for the launch of the album next week.

"Oh, they moved the actual launch to next week?" Mark said, reflecting some of my own relief.

"If by some miracle, Steve is back and LJ looks human again," Jamie sneered. 

"Awww," said the girl MC, "I thought they were going to launch the album tomorrow, on LJ's birthday!"

"That was the plan," said the boy MC, "But it seems the guys wanted some time off and opted to celebrate LJ's birthday in private. In any case, the funeral of Chastity from Succulent will be held on Friday, and all the music shows will be off the air to mourn her."

We all looked at LJ, as if by slow motion. We had forgotten it was his birthday tomorrow. 

"Happy birthday, dude," Mark said. LJ smiled and gave him a thumbs up. 

"Let's get you a cake tomorrow," I said. 

"That's done already, I ordered it yesterday," Jamie said. He looked at us. "Wait, did you guys forget?" 

"That's really sad about Chastity, isn't it?" said the girl MC on the TV. "And she was close to Boy Next Door, I'm sure they're grateful for this private time to mourn. So it's probably best for Boy Next Door to start promoting their new album next week, and I really can't wait..."

I had this bad feeling that if Steve found out what was going on, that we were launching the album without him, before he even felt that it was ready, he would get even angrier than he was already and might never come back. But I don't say this aloud. I felt like there should be more I should be doing, but sharing unnecessary stress was not it. 

I looked at the clock. "I have to pick Billy up from my mother in law's." 

"And I have to check on Missy," Mark said.

"I'll be here, getting rich," Jamie grinned at LJ, who snorted a laugh. "200!" LJ's eyes widened and he looked at us, pointing at him, that he was being unfair or whatever. They'll be fine. 

As we closed the door and pulled our caps back on, Mark sidled up to me and said, "Can you drop me off? I don't think I want to drive anytime soon." 

I tried not to laugh. This one will be fine, too. "Sure, kid," I said clamping my hand on the nape of his neck and walking down the corridor with our heads down.

Boy Next Door is a boyband, and the story of five men who spent nine years as every teenaged girl's dream boys. They are at the point where they begin to wonder if this is all there is to their life. Each chapter is told from the POV of each boy, as they negotiate their careers, their fame, their relationships with the people they love and the people who love them, and their relationships with each other. There are chapters with graphic erotica, so if you’re maybe 13 or so, yes, your favourite boybands have sex, sorry ‘bout that.

This story is inspired by real people and events. Some of these story arcs and conversations may seem familiar, but it is mostly a work of fiction and meant for fun, not to slander or harm anyone’s reputations. If you recognize who this band is, I understand if you drop this halfway through, but worry not because nobody from the band dies. I started writing this because I wanted to give my protagonists a happy ending. We do deserve that much.

"You look like a rat bit you, stop hiding and come in," Mr. Dave laughed making me smile awkwardly from my position behind the door of the art room. Mr. Steve was at the long raised bench for graphic design, working on a poster while Toby was typing away on his laptop by his desk. My eyes lingered on him for a while, but I looked away sharply when he looked up at me.

I walked into the room and closed the door behind me before heading to sit on one of the donkey benches close to Mr. Dave who was etching away on a sole to create a stamp.

I sat there for a while, just watching him work. He eventually looked up from his work, giving me a confused frown before muttering a small 'oh.'

"I forgot that I sent someone to call you," he said, giving me his full attention now. I smiled awkwardly before looking down at my lap.

"You don't have a part-time job this summer, do you?" he asked. I shook my head, watching as he nodded at my response. I never got a job during summer — well, I never got jobs at all, I just spent time in the art studio at home, or attended events with parents.

"I was wondering if you'd be okay with working here this summer."

I raised a brow in confusion at his words. "As in, summer school?"

"Yes, you'd be taking middle school if you accept," he said, smiling at me as he folded his hands across his chest. "Usually I take summer school with Mr. Steve for additional pay but I'm traveling to see family and he's not interested in taking it this year since his son is coming home from college this summer."

"I don't know..." I trailed, watching as Mr. Dave turned towards Mr. Steve who was now behind his desk. The dark-skinned man looked up from his computer, smiling at me as he gave me a mock salute.

"Come on, they'll give you money," he said, cocking his brows in a comical manner that made me and the other art teachers laugh. I could hear Toby's laugh, and I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious knowing that he was listening in. I turned my gaze a bit so that I could see him, but I looked away when he turned my way.

"Toby's going to be taking summer classes, he just needs help, so it'd be great if you joined him," Mr. Steve said when the laughter died down. I nodded, staying quiet. Mr. Steve must have seen the fact as being on the plus side, but it was kind of a negative. I've been wishing for the end of the school year for months now, and now it was around the corner — just a day away.

I'd thrown myself into my end of the year exams to prevent myself from overthinking things — wishing that I'd done something differently when telling Toby about how I felt. He behaved as normal as every other day after I'd told him. He did seem to have been affected by it in any way, and I wasn't sure if I should count it as a good or bad thing.

"It'd be great if you said yes. I want extra pay, but I don't think I can take that many classes by myself. We'll be having kids from other schools as well."

I blinked, coming out of my thoughts. I was a little shocked to hear Toby say that. I looked up, turning to find him smiling at me.

"You won't be doing anything you don't know how to. You're just going to guide kids through their classes, most of them just need brushing up," he said before turning his attention to Dave. I turned to Mr. Dave too before looking away at the sight of his expectant gaze.

"We'll give you some time to think. You can come in tomorrow to tell us your decision," Mr. Dave said, smiling again before dismissing me. I got from the donkey and left the art room after taking a look at Toby's direction.

Teach summer school, eh. I thought to myself as I walked into the empty hallway. Most people had already left school since the school day didn't have a definite end today. I spent the rest of the day in the library, and at one PM I decided that it was maybe time to head home. What I didn't expect was Wyatt standing by my locker with his boyfriend and friends.

"Did something happen?" I asked when I got close enough before making to open my locker when they made way for me. Wyatt shook his head, returning his attention to his phone as I changed my books.

"Mum said we should come home together. Xander's there already," he said, making me let out a small 'oh' in realization. Xander was our cousin from Canada that was going to be spending the summer with us until he transferred to the liberal arts college he'd got accepted to here. He was extremely reserved, so I'm guessing that for most of his stay we wouldn't even know he was here.

"Come on," Wyatt said, leaning off the locker he'd been resting on before making for the main entrance. Ji-Hun went up to him, walking by his side while Aiyana and Ben walked side by side behind them. I just trailed behind them, feeling a little out of place as they chatted amongst themselves. We soon made it out of the school building, and then out the school gates as well. The weather outside was warm, and the pavement and streets were deserted.

"I can't believe we're graduating!" Aiyana said all of a sudden from her position up front. She'd made her way there a while ago, and was presently doing a backward walk so that she was facing all of us.

"I just want Felix to come back, to be honest, I'm not excited about anything else," Ben said, making the others laugh. I let my gaze move to him, watching as he shielded the screen of his phone with one hand and tapped against it with the other.

Is he talking to Felix? I wondered, looking away.

"Yeah, he'll be back in a week or two for summer," Aiyana said with a smile before turning away from us and walking in the proper direction as she continued to chat with them. I let my gaze fall to the floor. It was odd being here with them. They just talked to each other, but I couldn't blame them for not giving me much attention. I was a reasonable distance away from them, and I wasn't sure I wanted to talk to them either — I wouldn't know what to say. Social interaction wasn't my strong point. I spent most of my time focusing on my art. I really didn't have any time to talk to other people so most interactions made me uncomfortable.

Now that I think about it, did I even have friends? I talked to some other art students that visited the studio from time to time, but I struggled to remember their names so they probably didn't count. I really didn't talk to anyone but my teachers and sisters.

Eventually, Wyatt's friends dropped off at their homes, and we were left alone together. I still tagged behind him, not sure if it was wise to walk beside him.

"You should talk more."

"What?"

"You know, talk to people more so that they don't think you're stuck up," he said, stopping in his tracks until I caught up with him. "I'm not saying you're stuck up, I'm just saying that it seems that way. Plus, friends are great to have, what do you have to lose?" he asked, smiling at me softly.

I blinked, looking away as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Nothing. I guess," I mumbled, looking up at him. His smile widened, and he turned and started to walk again. This time I went up to him, and we walked side by side. We didn't talk, and the walk home was silent, but it was a comfortable silence.

The Prodigy Series is a collection of 10 books that follow 10 gay couples over 10 years. Each book/Volume features a different couple. 

[Book 1/Volume 1 - The Genius]

Wyatt Wilson has always been at the top of his grade. He's winning every quiz, debate and academic Olympic under the sun. His teachers adore him, his mates envy him and everyone generally thinks his parents are genuinely proud of him. But that's not the Wilson household for you. Meet the Wilsons, a family of seemingly generational artists. Wyatt's parents aren't interested in grades and scholarships; they're interested in art contests, exhibitions and art style. Every Wilson can create art - except for Wyatt. 
  
 As Wyatt struggles with being accepted at home, a new threat in form of a foreign exchange student threatens to take his place at the top of the class. Can Wyatt cope with losing the one thing that makes him relevant?

[Book 2/Volume 2 - The Tech Wiz]

Benjamin Maxwell is a Tech Wiz. He brings crashed computers back to life, gives gadgets whole new operating systems, recovers long lost data, and hacks into secure networks without even breaking a sweat.

Benjamin Already knows he has a secure place in his dad's tech repair shop after he graduates from high school. But what happens when Felix, a senior Ben has been crushing on since he got into high school asks him to join a young inventors contest as his partner?

Will Benjamin realize his talent is worth much more than he's been giving it credit for?

[Book 3/Volume 3 - The Artist]

Caleb is an artist, he's a master in every possible medium, and nothing less was expected from him as a Wilson, an extended family of high aspiring artists. Caleb enjoys creating art, but he doesn't enjoy the pressure that comes with it, and the expectations his parents weigh on him. 

Creating art slowly became a chore, and Caleb lost the spark that made his work shine, but things change when he meets Toby, a new teacher fresh out of college in his high school's art department. Toby helps him rediscover his love for art, and Caleb comes to a realization that his feelings for Toby were starting to head towards an irreversible direction.

As Anna was getting closer to her goals, Steve on the other hand was almost finished with his current plans.

On the lookout, an atmosphere of calm and tranquility was present from afar, but for the z fighters, they were feeling something very different, tension.

" Kaaa meee- "

* Dash *

* Bang Bang Bang *

Roshi in his buff form dashed away from a series of bullets coming his way, they were plain old bullets which couldn't possibly hurt him, but this something was different, he felt real threat from them, as if they would always penetrate his weakness no matter what he does.

" Haaaa meee- "

* Bang *

Jumping up, as he once again got interrupted while charging his kamehameha by a well timed bullet, Roshi decided to risk it all, and from the charging Steve coming his way, it seems his opponent was thinking something similar.

" HAAAA! "

As the kamehameha charged towards Steve like a mad bull, he simply kept running forward as if disregarding the mighty wave.

" What's he doing!? That's master Roshi's full power kamehameha! Steve can't possibly take it head on suppressed like he is now! "

Krillin said out loud to the other z fighters who they were intently watching a fight among masters of their respective martial arts.
Chichi whispered worriedly

" He is Goku's brother, he is going to be fine "

These day's Steve had tutored Gohan as he said he would, she was together with them, seeing his knowledge she was startled to say the least, she had began to respect Steve and would really hate to see him hurt due to a stupid fight.

As the kamehameha was now in his face, Steve began his actions, putting his hand on top of the searing hot wave, he put some pressure on his muscles, and jumped over the wave, pushing himself forward using the redirected wave's head as the support, he went head first at Roshi at the other end.

" Hiiiii! "

As Roshi screamed at his incoming pain

* Boom! *

Steve's toned rear landed on top of his chest and they fell down, hard.
While screaming in mock pain Roshi tried to scold Steve as he was getting the thunder shock surprise ready in the background.

" Hey! Get off me! No respect for the old Man, kids these days I tel- "

* Click *

Roshi shut up abruptly as Steve cocked the gun and put it on Roshi's left eye, looking at Roshi calmly.

" Stop your games old man or I will help you see Goku right now, your choice "

Roshi started sweating hard and laughed weakly as the thunder shock surprise died down, he said shakily to Steve

" Alright.. alright, you win! Now get off me!! My back ohhhh you broke my baccck "

Steve smiled and got off Roshi while helping him up as well, he said to him

" Thanks old man, getting recognition in my art from a master such as you is a honour! "

Roshi said while trying to fix the kink in his back

" Yes yes.. you don't need to say that, you are a master in your own right now.. "

As they were talking among themselves, everyone came running and Bulma straight up ran and hugged Steve, much to the annoyance of Yamcha but he kept silent, they were through and Steve was his bro.

" What were you thinking! You could have gotten hurt you know! "

Bulma berated Steve as he raised his eyebrow looking at her hugging him out of nowhere, when Steve was wondering what he should say, Kami said to Steve while smiling warmly

" Wonderful Steve, or should I call you Master Steve now? "

Kami may have said it jokingly, but nobody laughed, it was true, Steve suppressed himself to the level of Roshi and they traded blows using their respective martial arts, Turtle school vs Gun fighting, Steve won over Roshi purely using his martial arts, he has all rights to be known as a Master now.

Steve ignored Bulma shifting herself to his arms while others came to greet him, he happily said to Kami

" Thank you for your praise Kami! I wouldn't have been able to do this without your guidance "

Kami nodded smilingly and asked Steve

" Now that you have mastered your fighting style, I would like to ask, would you be continuing using this style or evolve it further by yourself now? We will plan your future training around that "

Steve said to Kami after thinking for a while

" Kami, I chose gun fighting as the martial arts due to it's lethality largely depending on a person's knowledge not power, I have mastered this fighting art the best I can right now, now all I have to do is create better bullets that work on better foes to take them down, but to go further down the road of martial arts, I need to depend solely on my body and instincts, not on external objects I need to carry, it may be helpful but if a sudden enemy whose weakness I do not know of arrives, I wouldn't know what bullets to make and will lose at a moment's notice "

Kami nodded showing his understanding and asked Steve to continue, he needs to see what Steve would decide for himself, as Steve is a master now and further training direction should be decided by his own ideas

" I would like to continue Mr Popo's regular training, I feel like emptying my mind as I start feeling the surroundings, I train my instincts, that's what I want to focus on "

Kami smiled and nodded to Steve and said

" So you want to focus on your instincts and body? Wise choice Steve, why did you choose such a style, if I may ask? "

Steve shrugged and replied 

" I feel it has a lot of potential, if developed correctly my instincts and body may reach heights never seen before, something like super instinct.. or Ultra instinct! "

Steve said the last part with a visible smirk on his face which he hid at a moment's notice. As he said the name piccolo snorted at the crazy idea Steve had but he didn't berate it, he too knows the importance of instincts, but he wouldn't train specifically for that, in his opinion power and skill was much more important and he sticks to that.

As Steve said his plans, Kami and Popo agreed to train Steve in instincts the best they can so Steve can achieve what he calls as ' ultra instinct ' they don't know if it's possible, but they will do the best they can, they might not be familiar with this idea on the level Steve wants, but they too have lived a long life of martial arts, they can come up with different ways to train instincts in particular.

After talking for a while with the z fighters about his crazy idea of challenging Roshi to a martial arts fight while he suppressed himself down to Roshi's level to match skill against skill, he retired to his room, and strangely Bulma followed, not leaving his arm for the entirety of the duration, Steve didn't point that out neither did the z fighters, krillin just gave a smile seeing that and patted Yamcha's back.

As Steve reached his room, he said to Bulma

" Bulma, what happened? Want to say something? "

Bulma stopped hugging his arms and said shyly

" So.. I was.. you know.. thinking.. would you sometime.. wanna go on a date? "

Steve was expecting this but not this soon, guess that kamehameha did scare her enough to confess, not that he was complaining, Anna wouldn't either, Anna and Steve were eternal, and Bulma was a target they had for the team they were planning to build, this was necessary for them to have an easier time achieving their goals, the team isn't big, so having someone be a part of it is a very big deal for both Steve and Anna, and they both agree the Bulma capable of making a time machine is fully qualified to join their little team. He wouldn't mind starting with getting into a relationship with her if she is actively asking for it, but anything serious would need to wait until she understands what she is getting into.

Thinking of something Steve Said to Bulma

" Hey Bulma, can I ask you something.. ? "

Bulma was waiting for his answer when he asked a question back

' This isn't looking good for me.. uhhh.. why did I have to confess right now?!?! I could have waited and made him more interested in meee!! '

Not letting anything show on her face, or so she thought, it was all on her face right there, she said to Steve 

" Yeaah.. wah.. what is it Steve? "

Steve smiled and fixing his white Goku like hair, he said

" Just one question.. you don't have something for ' Trunks ' coloured blue or purple right? Because as I see it, Trunks might just be better white.. "

Bulma didn't understand what he meant but she assumed he was talking about underwear and what colour she liked as he was gonna wear that, she blushed hard thinking that and said half screaming in shame

" Hey! It's too early for that!! I am out you jerk! "

While she was almost out of the room she said quickly

" I will be waiting, evening 6 "

Then she ran out of the room and went away using her plane.

Seeing her cute and smart self, Steve smiled to himself and thought

' Yup, definitely better white.. she might just be my type, let's see what happens, I'll let her know the details if this becomes serious. Now then, where were we '

Said Steve as he looked at his lab and the various notes on the table, picking one up and reading it, he said smilingly

" Aah, the tail.. let's see what I can do "

This novel will be on hiatus for a while.

Steve has seen a lot along these years, be it the dark side of humanity, the bright light that shines within a few that keeps the balance, or the so called grey area within all.

In search for the truth, understanding and acceptance of the way of life Steve has dedicated his very being, this is the story of Steve on a journey, dangers? he has a plan, risk? It's a simple game of tilting the scales to your own side.

* I do not own this trope. It and any characters that may appear in this story.

* I do not own the cover image

* This is a non profit work by a fan for fans.

* Updates won't be constant, they will come in due time

Vivianne was in her room, getting dolled up for the party. Today she will be seen by her country people and many of the other guests who have arrived to attend the party. Vivianne was so nervous as she had to address the guests without covering her face. 

Actually the main reason is not about the guests seeing her, it is Charles. He will see her for sure today. She was debating inside what she should do now. She wanted Charles to remember her as his mother but also she don't want to hurt him. 

If he didn't recognise her, she will feel bad. If he did recognise her, things may get complicated and she may not gain his love again! 

Whatever she can't stay cooped up in this room. She left her bedroom and went towards the hall. Vivianne was waiting outside the room for her name to be announced. General Steve was waiting for her at the entrance in a military suit with eyes wide and a big smile.

He bowed his head as a gesture of greeting. She nodded lightly with a faint smile. She took a deep breath as her name was mentioned by the spokesperson. She slowly walked into the hall by Steve following her. 

Everyone was looking at the entrance as soon as they saw the Queen, they were stunned by her beauty. 

Vivianne was wearing a royal blue full sleeve gown with wide neck. Her crimson hair was as silky and as swirly as ever. Her head had two crowns, one was made by her hair and on top of that an extravagant crown was sitting. Her smile was warm and can melt the hearts of anyone who sees it. 

Youthness and bravery vibrated in her aura, she was in her twenties after all. Her turquoise eyes was both happy and frightened at the same time. 

A sapphire necklace was wrapped around her neck with a long dew drop earring hanging from a circle sapphire was on either sides. She appeared to be the goddess of beauty and pride.

The Queen can only be seen in her country and no media or photos can be telecasted about the party. Only within Magnolia, the photos and videos can be distributed. Those who want to see her, should come to her country and she should allow them to see her, that is the rule. This is all to hide from Vinson. 

Both the Gregarios and Auroras were looking for Charles as it might be heart breaking for the little one. But he was nowhere to be found. 

Klay and Chris were searching for Charles and Carl as it was time for cake cutting. They asked the grandparents, that is when they knew both the princes were missing. 

Auroras and Gregarios started searching for their grandsons. General Zack and some soldiers also joined the searching party.

As the time went, they were nowhere to be found. Chris went to Vivianne, who was talking to the president of S country while her eyes searched for Charles. Chris pulled her gown, Vivianne squatted down and asked her cheerfully, "What is it, birthday girl?" 

Chris said with a sad expression, "Big Brother and Brother are missing."

Vivianne's eyes widened, but she smiled and said, "Go and take care of your friends, mommy will search for them, okay?" Chris was already at the brink of crying when she heard her mommy but she nodded. 

Klay was standing next to her, Vivianne asked patting his head, "Take care of your little sister, Klay. Go inside and wait for Mommy, Okay?" He nodded and went with Chris while coaxing her.

She excused herself from the talk and looked for them around. Many came to talk her, she smiled and moved from the place after few word exchanges. She saw Steve and asked about what happened. 

General Steve replied, "Zack, your parents and some soldiers are already looking for them". 

Vivianne's heart sunk, she asked with fear, "What if something happened to them? I'm so afraid Steve, call all the soldiers search the whole country. I want my sons, now". 

General Steve said, "My lady, there is a party going on. Guests from various places have arrived just to see you. You have to stay there, we will look for them." 

Vivianne became angry on hearing his words, she said coldly, "My sons are missing! You are asking me to return to the party? Do you have any sense? I want to see them soon!" Then she went into the castle. She looked here and there while all the soldiers searched for them. 

Vivianne's tear started to escape her eyes. She had no idea where they went. If Vinson was to find out that she lost their two sons in which he might not be aware of the second one, he will kill her. She has already took many things from him and she herself can't live without her children.

She was in the garden now, she looked around with her fastly beating heart. She saw there was light lit up in her art room. Her lips curled up a little, she rushed to her art room. 

When she reached the room, she took a deep breath and looked inside the room slowly first. A little silhouette, whose head was a little below her hips was looking at her master piece. 

Another little silhouette, bigger than the last one was sitting next to him with his head burried inbetween his knees which was hugged together. 

She has never showed that to anyone. She finished that piece last week. It was hidden under a satin cloth. 'They must have opened it', she thought. 

She slowly walked into the room, hearing her footsteps the little guys turned back to look at Vivianne. Carl who was standing walked towards her. Tears descended from Charles's already red eyes, the little guy asked, "You are my birth mother, Scarlett. Aren't you?" 

Vivanne nodded and she took few sudden steps forward holding Carl's hands as Charles cried. 

The little guy moved few steps backward. Vivianne was over, the moment she saw the fear in his eyes. She collapsed into the floor and started to cry aloud. 

She said, "I'm sorry, little Hal! I had to do it, I had no other choice! I love you so much, little Hal. Don't hate me, please". Carl patted her head like how she used to do when Chris cries and kneeled beside her.

Vin: Out of all the men in the club why did you come to me?

Izzy: It is very simply, silly!

Vin: Tell me, Izzy. 

Izzy: Because, you are handsome. 

Vin: "...."

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