Novel & Cerita Christmas Steven Universe

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

he said, chuckling as he looked around. Katherine sighed, sitting back on her bed. She hadn’t expected to see Steven, but she wasn’t afraid of him. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be married or getting married? Or are you here to specially invite me?” Katherine asked, prompting Steven to chuckle. “Married? That can only happen when you’re no longer in this world. Your mission has always been to destroy anything that brings me happiness, from Hazel to Diana. You must be proud,” he said.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

He believes that one day his Mommy will come back and they will be together. I took a deep breath as I stared at the front of the river. I felt great sadness and concern for Steven. What if we can’t survive now? How can he fulfill his dream? His dream he deserved to achieve. "Are you cold?" he bowed to look at me. I averted my eyes and shook. Steven pulled away from the hug when he grabbed something from his bag while I closed my eyes tightly to get rid of my tears. I smiled sparingly at him as he introduced me to him, “It must be cold later,” then he put the bonnet hat on my head.

“ Steven finally said in a calm tone. “I apologize, brother.“ “Don't leave me hanging, bro!“ “Well, I can book you a ticket. If you can arrange a plus one in time, then you can come over. Although, that is impossible because Jennie is the only woman you have eternally accepted. Anyway, I envy you, dude, and I got to hang up cause this party is legit." This was his payback for what I said to him today. Steven is childish like that, and I am no stranger to his shit. But the was no way I am spending another suffocating night in this damn house.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

"I didn't want to spend a Christmas without them. Knox is back home for Christmas for the first time in years and I knew he needed this just as much as I did." "You know," I gently wiped a tear rolling down her cheek. "I think we both needed each other this Christmas. My dad passed away the day after Christmas last year and I couldn't begin to fathom coming home this year. But having you and your brother with me has already made this Christmas more bearable." "I'm glad you put up that ad for a fake boyfriend." Olivia's lips turned into a smile that instantly brought one to my face as well. "I am too." SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END