Christmas Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Someone from the stage shouted, "The eighth time!!!" Leslie suddenly turned her head and asked, "This is a pub?" The host guy on TV suddenly yelled, "Steven! Happy New Year!" Immediately after that, Steven appeared in front of the camera, but at that moment, he looked indifferent, very much out of place with this cockamamie host guy and the lively atmosphere of New Year's Eve. He ignored the host guy and just wanted to turn around and leave the camera's range.

"Good because we don't want you to go either. So stay, please?" "Fineeee, you twisted my arm!" He pulls off a brilliant dramatic eye-roll making me laugh while Riley slaps his back clearly pleased that he's staying. I don't want something like this changing just because we are here and honestly, the thought of Josh being on his own tonight, waking up on his own on Christmas morning makes me kind of sad. No one should wake up alone on Christmas day. I've lived on the streets all my life and still, I've never woken up alone on that day.

I cut straight to it. “Negative. All quiet. Perimeter’s secure. Why? What’s going on, Luna?” “Fuck…” I pressed my free hand to my mouth, my throat closing up. “Jane, you’re not gonna believe this.” “Luna? What happened? Are you safe? Where are you? I’m pulling a squad to your coordinates—” “No. Stand down. I’m at the mansion.” My voice cracked, barely holding together. “Jane… Steven’s dead.” "Dead? Luna, that’s impossible. He was on the east ridge at 0400. I’ll lock down the perimeter and—"

Later that afternoon, Antonia found a quiet, isolated alcove in the university library to review her notes. The vast room was silent, filled only with the faint scent of old paper and the soft rustle of pages. But the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a tall shadow fell across her desk. She looked up to find Tristan standing over her. He didn’t have his usual bright, approachable smile anymore. Instead, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes carried an aggressive, frustrated intensity as he leaned over her table, cornering her against the bookshelf.

"Do you have a wife, sir?" Steven just smiled and didn't answer. Even if the world is turned upside down, the future cannot change what they have done in the past. "Are my guests here yet?" he asked them. "Yes sir. They are here," they were immediately led by the staff to Steven's friends. Steven could hear his friends’ laughter even though they were still in the distance. When Ben noticed that Steven and Hivo were coming, he immediately called his colleagues. The closer the two get, the more amazed their friends are. Hivo looks exactly like his father. It's like a smaller version of Steven.

However, her words were met with only laughter from him. Steven began to slowly walk toward her, closing the distance between them. Meanwhile, Mathias remained in the car, his heart pounding. The only spell he knew that could confront Steven and his friends might result in serious harm or even their deaths. He hesitated, unsure if he truly wished harm upon them, despite their jerky behavior. Silently, he prayed that Clara would find a way to convince them to stop—for their own good. “Don't give me that act of calmness, I know you are scared to the pants, and speaking of pants I would love to see those pants, I wonder what it smells like? Maybe I will get to sniff it.'' Steven said provocativ

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

TKs, their restaurant was dressed in gold and green, fairy lights coiling around the windows like they were trying to catch the last bit of magic before the year closed. Nicholas sat sandwiched between Anna and Steve, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey. Their table sparkled with wrapped boxes—big, small, and oddly shaped. This wasn’t just dinner. It was their unofficial Christmas, weeks early. Steve leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Merry early Christmas, everyone! Well, since none of us will be in town for Christmas, we’re doing it now. The first-ever ‘Heirs’ Christmas exchange.”

Steven cheers with excitement making Juna ruffle Steven's hair. "By the way Rian's sister / brother is a girl or boy?" Juna asked curiously. "Boy, his name is Rion." replied Steven, "Surely Rian is happy because he has a younger brother who can be his friend." "Dad, I want to have a sister / brother too!" says Steven making Juna and Nalla freeze for a moment. But seconds later Juna flashes his thin smile. "Later, do you want a brother or sister?" asked Juna making Steven think for a moment with his cheerful face.

" Okay. And you know my name, how?" “Mr Blackwood. He filled me in on some important staff around here." “Oh! I see," I nodded. “My name is Shawn. Shawn Carlton," he introduced, holding out his hand for a handshake. “Shawn," I repeated, smiling easily now. “You're welcome aboard." He nodded. There was a brief silence between us. He chuckled. “I'm sorry to keep you standing, please proceed." I nodded, forced a smile and walked away. I had to admit, Shawn is very handsome. Plus, he has a beautiful and contagious smile. For some reason, his smile stayed with me for a while.