Pink Diamond Steven Universe Novels & Stories

But unlike Steven’s, where his tattoo has a white line of string flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm, hers has a string flowing down to coil three times around her wrist before moving up to connect with 2 white waves on the inside of her palm. “But I thought subs couldn’t control the main element and I’ve seen Dana try to drown Steven with her powers?” Remembering that morning still puts a smile on my face, in my brief time living with the two of them it was a little amusing to see how childish they tend to get when they’re arguing over something.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

My heartbeat echoed in my ears. When the doors opened, we stepped into a corridor lined with glass and steel. The air was freezing, too sterile — like the whole place was trying to scrub itself clean of humanity. At the end of the hall stood a door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Damien swiped a stolen keycard. The lock clicked open. Inside, the vault wasn’t filled with gold or jewels. It was filled with data. Rows of servers hummed softly in the dark, their lights blinking like tiny mechanical eyes.

My men stood guard at the door, their bodies tense and ready. "Yoh, Paolo..." I said, thrilled with anger. I walked towards him. My shoes stepped on broken glass that crunched under my feet. Paolo was on his knees, still begging, already beaten by my boys. His face looked swollen and purple. Blood trickled from his split lip down his chin and onto his shirt. "Where are my diamonds? The Pink Star Diamond. Seventy five billion dollars. Where the fuck is it, you useless piece of shit? That stone was supposed to come straight from the deal in Saudi Arabia. No mistakes!!"

"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?

He reassured her, "This is a gift I specially ordered from Aston City for you. Do you like it?" Evelyn took the gift box from Steven's hand, her eyes flashing with surprise. "It's jewelry from Diamond Dreams Jewelers. Honey, you're so good to me!" Seeing her smile again, Steven secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Can’t you see, Father? She’s grasping at straws and inventing ludicrous—” “Enough!” Maximilian commanded. “Let Vanessa speak, or are you willing to admit you have something to hide?” Vivian’s mouth snapped shut, but her eyes still held a spark of fight in them. A spark I’d soon snuff out. My shoulders heaved as I took a shaky breath. “Vivian and Steven have been buying blood diamonds,” I said quietly, meeting his eyes. “And they’re using them to steal money from your company.”

Thirty minutes later, I step into a quiet, high end shop. The jeweler, Tim, though everyone calls him Carm, opens a black case filled with brilliance. Thirty rings. My breath catches. And then I see it. Pink. Oval-cut. Rare. “A real pink diamond?” I ask. He tests the clarity. Perfect. “How much?” “One hundred fifteen thousand, ” I nod. “I’ll take it. And the band. Same setting.” “Twenty-five.” “Done.” Black card. Then earrings. Pink. Halo studs. Another twenty five thousand.

Slowly, Steven dug into his pocket, fishing out… my necklace? I looked down at my neck, and back to the necklace on Steven’s hands. They were the same, but when I stared at the one he held, I knew it was truly mine. My original necklace. “Steven…” I collected the necklace, touching the one of my neck and seeing the huge difference between them. A counterfeit can never. “But… if you had this, why didn’t you give it to me?” He was silent for a while, his eyes occasionally shifting towards the car window ahead as if afraid to get closer to the RedClaw pack. He turned his focus to me. “I have something to tell you.”

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