Christmas Steven Universe Novels & Stories

That afternoon, Bianca's urgency to find a delicious bite for her children drove her into an unusual rush. Without paying much attention, she bumped into a figure, and her purchases flew into the air. She looked up, ready to apologize, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing in front of her with a curious look was Steven—unmistakable, yet transformed. She hadn't seen him in years. Stubble gave him a mature air, a seriousness that only time can carve.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

"Tell me everything brother, what did you do?" Steve sat quietly beside Gabby as she looked at him, waiting for him to speak. She could see that he wasn’t feeling very strong, but she wanted to hear the truth from him. Steve let out a slow breath and finally spoke, his voice soft but serious. “I know I have been hiding a lot from you, Gabby,” he began. Gabby looked at him with wide eyes, ready to hear more from him. “Gabby, you are the chosen one, you are the moon child. " Steve continued, locking eyes with her.

In the funeral parlor, Steven had the audacity to show up with Ruth and Jessica, his mistress and illegitimate daughter, to pay their respects. Victoria had just passed, yet Steven, being the cold hypocrite he was, couldn't wait to parade his new family everywhere, desecrating Victoria's path to the afterlife. They bullied Winter, a defenseless child, and her mother, a voiceless corpse.

Her eyes watered before we exited and ran towards the forest. It seems like Lycans like Steven heal their wounds on their own and faster compared to other werewolves. He put me on his back when he transformed into his wolf form, and we sought solace inside a cabin nearby when Steven sensed that there was a winter storm coming. "There's a winter storm coming. We have to stop by in this cabin first," Steven said, and I just nodded at him. The events replayed in my mind until I fell asleep on the wooden couch.

He said, “Get dressed, I will send you some documents for you to sign. After this Christmas, we are down.” I nodded slightly and pushed back the disappointment growing in my mind. “Thank you.” I said calmly, “And I am sorry for dragging you into this mess. Once Christmas is over, we will all go our separate ways.” “Fine…stop explaining yourself and get dressed up, we need to go,” he said without a glare at my wet pussy. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You will know when the time comes.” He grabbed his phone and stormed out of the room.

Jane advised. “Certainly, I shall,” Steven replied. “I was preoccupied when you called; we shall converse at another time,” Jane reciprocated. “Alright, take care of yourself, and thank you for always supporting me,” Steven expressed his gratitude. “Haha, anything for you, my little brother,” Jane laughed in response. Conversely, Steven has a girlfriend named Susan, who consistently supports his decisions and is aware of his intentions regarding Ethan. After finishing work, Steven went directly to Susan’s residence to inform her of his success. Upon seeing him, she rushed to embrace him.

“Sophie, I hope you don’t mind. My friends and I have taken over your party. You young ones can still have fun though, don’t mind us.” I gave him a warm smile. “That’s alright… D–Dad.” My face burned. It sounded awkward calling him that when I was used to calling him old man. Steven let out a chuckle. “You can call me old man the way you used to… there’s no difference.” “Okay, old man,” I replied sheepishly. “You’re a lucky man, Steven. Your son got himself a beautiful wife. You did well to not let her land in others' hands because I would have introduced her to my grandson,” Christine Livingstone, one of Steven’s friends, said.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.