Pearl Outfit Steven Universe Novels & Stories

He tried on the first suit, but it didn't suit him. The second suit was tried on but did not fit the day; everything is not going his way for him. Steven finally purchased a dress. A was dressed in a milk suit Nick pant and a white t-shirt. It's fancy, but not catchy enough for a company's CEO. Steven needs to complete his outfit, so he opens his drawer and pulls out his designer watch. He bought a Gucci watch that young boys his age wore because he dressed like one. Steven had to pick up a very dark shade from beneath the drawer, which was also a different shade.

Deliberately, she slid her gloved hands into her pockets, the corners of her lips lifted upwards as she rolled the few stolen peas between her fingers. It was as they finally made their way to the stalls where the birds were kept, their stench strong in the close avenue that Liziwe stopped dead in her tracks, reaching again for Susan's support. "What is it? Mistress? What is wrong?" Concern peppered Susan's words, but she heard them not at all. For there, speaking with the vendor was a tall man, his tousled hair, his profile long and Byronic. "Fine birds, excellent birds," remarked the man unreservedly, clapping his hands together. "Where did you get them?"

I grinned, half expecting her to say 'yes'. “No. I attended third high.” She tilted her head to the side. “I believe I met you—” “And who do we have here?” A boy who doesn't look all that older than we asked with a smile. Dressed in a green tank top, and black slacks. He looked like all those high school bad boys, with his black hair gelled to the side. The only exemption was the lack of tattoos. “Good day.” Pearl smiled at him, “I'm Pearl.”

He stood before the sink, gazing at his reflection as he washed the crumbs off his hands. Afterward, Steven did not mind freeing his body from all the clothes he had on. Unfastening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, Steven begins to get rid of his clothes one at a time until he is left wearing only a black boxer. He felt comfortable as he gazed at his shirtless six-pack abs body reflection in the mirror before walking out.

And apparently, she hadn’t been left with the warm fuzzies if her demeanor going back inside was anything to judge by. The skin at the back of his neck prickled. There was something here. At least something worth a few more minutes of his time. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do today. Looking down at his shirt, he realized there was a small stain right below the point of his collar. With a sound of disgust, Steven jumped out of the car, walked around to the trunk, and pulled out a spare shirt from the packed suitcase he’d managed to sweet-talk out of Gloria, Victoria’s housekeeper. He threw the old one down with disgust. He really needed to find someone he could convince to do his la

“Kayla, you’ve been hiding inside your apartment for five days. Let me take you somewhere that isn’t tied to injury reports or legal statements.” I hesitated. His tone softened. “Please.” That single word disarmed me. An hour later, I was in a boutique fitting room, glaring at my reflection. Steven sat outside, scrolling through his phone. I stepped out wearing a fitted blue dress. He looked up immediately. His gaze scanned slowly, thoughtfully. “Well?” I asked. He tilted his head. “It’s elegant.” “That sounds like a ‘but.’” “It feels like something you’d wear to close a million-dollar contract.”

Behind me, I heard him laugh-a rare sound, deep and unguarded, something that made my heartbeat stumble. For some reason, that laugh alone managed to make this whole night seem a little less terrifying. ****** Steven's POV I stood before the full-length mirror, readjusting the cloth of the black trousers on my waist so they sat right. The vest on me underneath was white, hugging all the muscles a lifetime of intensive training had grown upon my frame. The eyes staring back into mine were vaguely familiar, alien in their normality-an Alpha, a fighter, a male that had dealt with too much blood and shared the weight of too many on his shoulders.

"No." He is lying. He is totally terrible at lying because his neck turns a bright pink color. I lean forward, putting my hands on the table so my shadow falls right over him. "You smiled at that little screen more than you have ever smiled at me, Stevens. Tell me why." His throat moves as he swallows hard, but before he can speak, the pack servants roll in big carts full of shining moonstone relics, heavy silver collars, and diamonds. "Oh, this one looks very pretty," Stevens says, picking up a silver neck collar with blue sapphires. His eyes shine bright. He grabs the jewelry like a lifeline to avoid my question, and it makes my wolf growl inside. Why is he hiding things from his Alpha?

The saleslady immediately turned to us and did not hesitate to approach Steven. "May I know what you are looking for, Sir?" asked one. The immediate blush on her cheeks when Steven removed his sunglasses didn't miss my eyes. I was exhausted. "I want to buy the shirt like the ones on the display. Can we try it?" Steven said. The woman looked at the display and looked at Steven, then at Zellor. "Ah, those are family shirts. It's your son, isn't it?" said the saleslady while looking at Zellor.

“If you don’t win Ball Star, the universe is broken.” My lips curved, not fully a smile, but the start of one. I stepped closer to the mirror and ran my hand over the suit’s lapel. That’s when Alex frowned. “Wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes and walking toward me. “No, no, no… dammit!” I blinked. “What?” He leaned in, pointing toward my right sleeve. “Three pearls are missing. Here,” he gestured to the empty spaces among the decorative pattern. “They’re supposed to form a crescent. Without them, it just looks… unbalanced.”