Romans & histoires Older Steven Universe

I began, but my dad cut me off with a scowl. "Enough with the unnecessary pleasantries, come here." I hid my hurt and walked towards them, trying not to gag at Steve's putrid breath. "Is this the Omega?" he asked, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. My parents nodded, pushing me towards him as if offering me up. Steve laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I smell like death because I am a witch from the underworld," he explained, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't dare ask what the underworld was, fearing what other terrors he might reveal.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

My heart sank, fearing what might come next. One soldier turned to another and whispered, "Fetch Sir Steven. It's time for the next game." My pulse quickened as I recognized the name. Steven, the king's perverse second in command. I've had heard tales of his inappropriate advances towards the slave girls, and a chill ran down my spine at the thought of him approaching me.

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

Cam told them, they all nodded and we faced the vampires agin. "Steven, do you want to show them our little present?" Bane asked with an evil smirk. "Yes your majesty but dont you want to do the honours since you did it all my lord?" said that Steven guy with his own evil smirk and let me tell you when he smirks it looks like he constipated and his teeth are like stars, not so bright but so far away, seriously I could stick my finger between one of those gaps.

Bella asked curiously, "Who is Steven? You're all so respectful to him." "Sigh..." Jex felt a headache, how could he not have a headache? Steven is a few years older than his dad, in terms of generation, they're related somehow, he has to call him Uncle. "He's a real estate tycoon, the old man is wealthy." Many projects in their company are funded by him, they can't afford to offend him.

Hearing this, Steven paused momentarily and sneered, "What could be wrong with me?" After speaking, he lowered his gaze, rubbing his throbbing temples, his face turning iron blue as he walked away. Having known Steven for so many years, Ethan had never seen him like this and felt something was off, but he didn't know what to say. Holding back, he asked somewhat incomprehensibly, "Steven, does it have to be Kimberly?" He barely recognized the person in front of him. Was this still the same proud and arrogant Steven he knew? "Yes!" Steven answered without hesitation.

“What do you think would happen now?” “I don’t know. But I do know that you are not as mad as you were the first day you found out,” Steven said, picking up the dummy and throwing aside. “What happened?” Sean exhaled and licked his lips. “You saw him last night right?” Steven smiled. “Damn,” he shook his head. “If I can fight like that…” “Yeah and without him, we would all be pretty dead because not even our so called Elders could take on the Nebuzars.”

Yes… they were the same. Steven wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He hadn’t spent almost forty years of his life manipulating people into giving him whatever he wanted for nothing. He’d find an in with his boy. Or a weakness he could exploit… His parting shot had certainly hit home. Steven hadn’t missed the disbelief and utter denial that had skated across Heath’s face. So, his boy didn’t like the idea that he was the apple to his tree. Well, it was certainly a start. Maybe tomorrow he’d pay a visit to his famous son’s place of employment and see what he could shake out of those branches.

Steve quipped dryly as Lexi gaped at him. "Oh, developed a sense of humor have you now? Nice. Salty. It suits you." Lexi snapped sarcastically, fully aware of her father's amusement at their exchange. "Behave you two. You only have to stomach each other's company for a few minutes. Steven, if you would be so kind..." Lord Brarthroroz said as he gestured to the swirling masses of color. Steven wasted no time in approaching one of the gate-like structures and stood in front of it for a second or two before the colors stabilized and became an almost insipid sort of grey. He looked back over his shoulder at Lexi and her father and nodded.