Christmas Steven Universe Novels & Stories

I take a step back from a bloodied Steven who is gazing at me with a smile; this individual is truly deranged, as he begins to laugh uncontrollably. "How delightful it was to see you all frightened, Tyler, searching for Christine. If it weren't for her infuriating stubbornness, none of this would have transpired. I will take her away; she is mine and mine alone! You will suffer for your betrayal, you wretched fool." He is insane, utterly insane. As we retreat, I observe Steven retrieving something from his pocket. When I realize it is a gun and see his gaze fixated on Lorena, I swiftly shield her just as he pulls the trigger.

If it was, it had worked spectacularly, because the two had an awkward little hug, something that they never did, and then Luke was gone again. It took Steven a minute to think it through, to wrap his head around it just being said and done. If Steven didn't know any better, he’d think that the universe was fucking with him. Either way, it didn't feel like it could go too much longer. Whatever was going to happen, Steven just wanted that ill feeling to leave him. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it at all.

He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain. Still, even given the coincidence of their births, they'd never bought into their father's stories until the magic started happening to them. Two Christmases ago, Noel and Shelby had been zapped into an enchanted Christmas village where they'd had time to get to know one another and had fallen in love. Then at the spring equinox that year, Star, short for Ostara, had turned into a rabbit every time she stepped outside the family cabin. Theo had stayed with her to make sure she was okay while she was stuck in there, and by the time she could come out, the two had been engaged. This year had be

"Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Lorie's Laundry Shop." "Good morning too, Lorie," he greeted and place his laundry basket in the long chair. "That wasn't my name, Sir. My name is Christmas. Lorie is my aunt's name." He looks at me seriously straight to my eyes seems it was wrong that I corrected him. "Okay, Christmas." He gave me a little smile and I did the same thing but he didn't saw it because his eyes darted on the cellphone he is holding.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

I glanced at them. I was already tired of the noise. I spoke in a cold tone. "Do you think I'm some kind of naive saint? You stabbed me in the back, spread lies about me, and just assaulted me today. Now you think shifting the blame means I'll forgive you? "All three of you are getting those violations. Every single one!" Steve saw that I was finally speaking. He immediately barked, "Silence! Anyone who says another word will be expelled on the spot!"

And in that small snow-covered village, a young man named Daniel continued to await the arrival of his sweetheart with full conviction. "Stefy, I'm sure that one day you will reappear and if that time comes, I won't let you go from my side again!" #THE END# See you in the story, LOVERS AT CHRISTMAS EVE, Season 2. December next year.

Up close, he smelled like pine and smoke, a comforting mix that made my stomach flutter unexpectedly. "Over there, by the sorting table," I said, pointing. Our fingers brushed as he handed me the manifest, and a spark jumped between us, warm against the drafty air. "Thanks. I'm Stevie, by the way. I run this chaos." "Jacob," he said, smiling faintly, lines crinkling at his eyes. "Heard about the drive. Figured I'd lend a hand. Beats sitting home alone with a tree that won't light right."

“Do whatever you want. All my relatives are dead anyway.” Steven pulled out a bunch of fries like he was making conversation. He smiled. “Are you pretending you don’t know, or do you really not know? You still have family back in your hometown. You just chose to forget about them. I was deciding who to visit next. Now I don’t have to think too hard.” Victor’s eyes flew open. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Steven’s tone stayed light. “Don’t forget where you are. This is East Coast. And I happen to work for Zachary Reynolds.”

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.