Novel & Cerita Christmas Steven Universe

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

I went closer to my team. Brenda appeared in front of us in no time; a tall, huge muscular figure also appeared and sat on the big velvet throne-like chair that was placed at the end of the sitting room. Surprise whispers and gasping filled the air; this was the first time he will ever appeared in front of everyone, but he was still in his Santa Claus mask and his usual red suit that he never seems to take off until he wants to fuck my brains out. I wonder why he chooses to appear today of all days.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

He started the engine and sped off. Karen watched him go, hurt creasing her face. “Hey,” Steven greeted. Karen managed a small smile. “Sorry—weren’t you with Franklin at the bar the other day?” Steven nodded. “Yes.” Then he added, “I’m sorry about my friend’s behavior. And you shouldn’t be bothered about whatever marriage proposal he’s planning. Christy would never accept him, so he’s just wasting his time.” Karen smiled and asked, “What’s your name?” “I’m Steven. I heard your name from Franklin,” he said, and they shook hands.

On entering, I found Steven sitting on his arm chair, staring into the distance and murmuring to himself. "So the dead fan is now a guardian angel to us. How is that even possible? Never had I imagined something like this to happen. Victor, Jules and Justin just believed so quickly. As if something like this is something you find daily. God! These kids are mysterious." I entered the room and took a seat opposite him. Just then, something very weird happened. Steven fidgeted in his seat, as if something umcomfortable was happening, before a small extraordinary sound escaped, releasing a pungent smell.

he said with a glare, daring any of them to try and kick him out. "You are Steven mate, aren't you?" Jordon asked, recognising his name. He smiled, patting the guy on his shoulder when he stared at him wide-eyed. "Steve is a friend. There are no judgments here, Chris, we know a lot of B-Class who have found a mate in the authority" he said.

“Hello, Mrs Davidson. I’m glad to hear from you. Please call me Steven, and may I call you, Marianne… if that’s okay?” said Steven with a very friendly tone. Marianne clenches her teeth, she knows very well that Steven is trying to charm her. She sets aside her anger and then composes herself. “Of course__, Steven,” she replied, gritting her teeth. Getting more madder as she can tell that the man is pleased in the other line.

"Why don't I get a sword? Or at least a bow and arrow?" Steven let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Because I don't want to have to come pick up your dead body after you accidentally stab yourself with the sword or shoot yourself with an arrow while trying to use it," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "This log of wood is safer for you." I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You're still mean, you know that?" His smirk only slightly extended, and he said nothing to deny it. He looked upwards, to the sky, keen eyes scanning across the horizon where the last remnants of sunlight were slipping away, leaving behind the soft, gentle glow of twilight. Night was fast approaching, and with it, t

Curious, Steve opened the locket to see a picture of him with The Lady in Red in his arms. Suddenly Steve felt very emotional. The prior Christmas he had been alone in Germany as the Navy searched for his relatives because he was 17 and recently orphaned. He remembered the Christmases with his mother and father and other family members. Once again he felt like he was part of a real family. Unable to speak, Steve mumbled something and hurried from the room as his eyes began to water. Gwen watched in shock as Steve quickly left the room with no acknowledgement of her gift. Stunned, she turned to her mother with an unspoken question in her eyes.