Sad Steven Universe Novels & Stories

“Do whatever you want. All my relatives are dead anyway.” Steven pulled out a bunch of fries like he was making conversation. He smiled. “Are you pretending you don’t know, or do you really not know? You still have family back in your hometown. You just chose to forget about them. I was deciding who to visit next. Now I don’t have to think too hard.” Victor’s eyes flew open. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Steven’s tone stayed light. “Don’t forget where you are. This is East Coast. And I happen to work for Zachary Reynolds.”

Ethan remarked. “Of course, you should. I will see you on Monday,” Steven replied, shaking hands with Ethan before departing. As Steven left, he muttered to himself, “I will have my opportunity, Ethan. Tomorrow is another day; today may be a day of grace for you, but I assure you that the next time I encounter your computer, I will succeed in hacking it.” Steven then laughed malevolently before departing. Ethan drove home, took a bath, and subsequently called Angela to inform her that he was en route to her residence.

I saw his smirk at Steven. "Ahm," Dert shook his head, "I'm more curious why Steven has to react to those sweet lovers who are hanging around?" My look at Dert was starting to burn when I thought he was fueling Steven's wrong thinking now. "One, because Steven is so sad now, he doesn't want to see anyone happy?" Ivan said jokingly. I can't smile. It's like my conscience slapped me. I feel that Steven seeing me happy while he is sad is unacceptable.

Carmen reacted, “there’s nothing we can do about it. Just get over it you cry baby!” Marcus frowned at his sister then shuffled to a metallic bench propped onto a wall where he let himself lazily fall onto and lay there in a heap. Henry was still at the monitor, watching the attacks unfold all over the planet. Away from the monitors, Lucas was staring at the redesigned shield seated on another bench.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Mason's pov Friday 20th August 2021 ******************************** I love spending time with my best friends. Cole, Will, and Vincent came over this morning to do some painting with me before I go and meet Damon for another night at his house. Vinny has finally warmed up to me after Cole introduced us. He's Italian and quite scary with all of his scars but when you get to know him he's adorable. I can see why Damian loves him so much. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vincent asks as Cole starts taking his clothes off. We're doing a thing I saw online where you get a black canvas and paint your ass and leg to leave a sexy imprint on the canvas. Cole and Will are super excited but Vincent

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

"Or else what, Evelyn? Huh? What? Would you be able to fight me? Oh. I see, So you're starting to feel like our Luna. Is that why you believe you can warn me and I will pay attention to you? Look here. No matter how hard you try, you will always be an unvalued outcast in this pack. Regardless of how many times you attempt to oppose me... I won't give up." I felt myself pushing against the furthest corner of the wall next to my bed, glaring at Steven, and I cursed inside. my hands gripping the blanket even more firmly as my teeth clamped together. When the back of my head smacked the wall, he chuckled grimly. "Play nicely and be a good girl. It's not like you've never had sex before or that y

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

I didn’t move. He laughed, waving me over again. “Come on, sex demon. This is your element, isn’t it? Succubi know how to have fun.” The words grated. Sex demon. Like that’s all I was. A toy. A thing. I set my glass down—hard. Stood. Walked out. But not before the doors burst open behind me. Steven. Wild-eyed, hair disheveled, storming in like a man with nothing left to lose. “You sick fuck!” he roared at the director. “You think you can hide forever? Those kids—Jenkins is rotting in a cell because of you! I know what you do. I’ve seen the files. You’re done!”