Here Comes A Thought Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Stunned, Ethan rushed to the Club, finding it eerily quiet despite its grandeur. Asking for Adams, he was directed upstairs, where he overheard Steven's bitter confrontation. Walking in, he found the luxurious room in ruins, Adams bloodied and Steven cold and unyielding, warning, "You'd better hope it wasn't your people. If I find out, this isn't over." Leaving, Steven glared at the cowering staff, "Your business is getting dirtier. Get them out." After Steven left, Ethan tried to understand the situation, witnessing the aftermath of Steven's rage and his unresolved feelings for Kimberly.

“Come on buddy, I’m your friend, would you expect me to lie to you?” “That's not the explanation I need, Steven,” Davos smirked, eyes darkening as he tilted his head to peer at the squirming man. “Look,” Steven frantically pointed at me, my gaze on them as slowly, I was taking back control of my mind and thoughts, their conversations offering a perfect distraction for me to overcome the madness of my trauma. “Look what I told you,” he carried on, “she’s becoming fine, I told you it was her way of overreacting, I'm even beginning to think it was a prank just to gather our pity and make everyone belie—”

I saw Ryan looking happy, he congratulated her and me too in fact, but Steven, his face was void of every emotions, just a gloominess in his eyes. ‘Hey, don’t think much. You don’t have to be skeptical about everyone. It would be hard for Steven to see his luna leaving their pack with another man and as for Ryan, he looks like very positive man to me, like finding positivity in every situation, so maybe he is thinking of any positive outcome from your relationship with Savannah’ I sighed, he is right. I already have a lot of things to do after getting back to my pack and don’t know how she will react after getting there. I shouldn't overthink about people who can't even effect me or my pack.

If Damon were here, I wouldn't mind staying back so we could do a little stargazing. In fact, I'd barely settled on one of the stone slabs when the sound of twigs crushing underneath someone's feet reached my ears. “I thought I saw you run out here.” Steven's voice pierced through the still night, and I mentally face palmed myself. I thought I had lost him in the crowd, so how was he here? “For a moment, I thought I might have lost you.” “No.” I gave him a smile as I turned to him. It was tight, but polite as well, and I hoped he wouldn't take any offence. “I just came to get some fresh air.”

And just as my thoughts spiraled, as if fate decided to play a cruel joke, Steven walked in. And just like that, I was spared from answering.

I looked up to find him looking straight ahead at the road but something in his voice had informed me that he really meant his words. “I don’t think I want to go home.” There was simply no one waiting for me at home. Steven had a shooting for his new TV show, so he would not be coming home until next week. Frankly, I didn’t want to be left on my own for now. I craved a company more than anything else.

Antonia replied flatly, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of any past attachment. "I am here to execute an international merger, not to chase ghosts. Let’s get our notes ready for section five." Monica stood frozen, a cold chill of goosebumps breaking out across her arms. She realized with a sinking wave of dread that while Portia was still drowning in the unhealed trauma of the past, Antonia had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe. Once again, a suffocating wave of guilt flowed all over Monica, heavy and crushing. The clinical coldness in Antonia’s eyes was more terrifying than any scream of anger.

What's in store for me here? "What are you thinking?" Mr. Steve puts his hand on my shoulder, bringing me out of my thoughts. There is a soft look in his black eyes mixed with something I don't know quite exactly. Maybe it's his hidden treachery as Loraine says. But this old man looks worn out by age and he has never done any wrong to me. It's just that his cologne is too sharp for my liking. "Honestly," I shove my hands in my pockets. "I am thinking about my future."

David greeted and Steven smirked. "Hey, you too! Took you long enough." Steven spoke out loud, unbeknownst to him, and his mother and David's, Alice, and the Doctor jumped back. All eyes are on Steven as he converses with a being they couldn't see. Steven looked happy as they watched him. His mother was crying, everyone was crying. They all wondered if he was running mad. "That was a nice joke you played on me, what were you thinking about writing me a sad letter like that." Steven watched as a sad line crossed David's face. He didn't like that. "What's wrong?" Steven asked reaching his hand up to have them rest in David's hair.

Kieth thought and answered deeply. Amelia and Steven had the same thought bugging their head: Shit!