Sadie Miller Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Sadie trailed after her in silence. “Aurora,” a voice called. They both turned to see Maverick standing behind them. There was no doubt he was the one who had called her name. “Maverick, Stephanie?!” Aurora exclaimed, staring at the woman with black locks in surprise. “Stephanie?” Sadie asked, staring at them in confusion, a bit dazed by the woman who managed to pull off the casual look so perfectly. Stephanie was wearing a comfortable pastel-colored thermal top, straight jeans, and Vans, with her hair pulled into a ponytail. Yet, she still looked effortlessly stunning.

Cole Mitchell draped his cashmere scarf around her shoulders, while Finn Archer blew warm air on his hands and cupped them on her chilled, red ears. Encircled by a crowd, they looked up at the dazzling fireworks in the sky with awe. Cole Mitchell had once been my savior. He'd led me into a whole new world and promised me the best of the world. Finn Archer had been my warm sun. He couldn't bear to see me hurt and would do anything to keep me laughing. But now, my life meant nothing to them as they turned a blind eye to me while I was locked in this freezing cage. Even as I teetered on the brink of despair, they only had eyes for her. All that affection that used to shower on me felt like a fl

Thus as the veil was broken from earth to the afterlife, the fates of the universe adopt humans that were suppose to be on their journey and put them in Marvava, where their body will be replicated and used as armies to conquer earth and John included. After Gefion defeated Steven (and as in defeated she went further to end him, this wasn't explained in the book) he was called to by the Fates. (The line was shifted in the book and written as "Gefion sent him to Abaddon). The fates had a chat with him, which was he had to kill John or they will end the world, but Steven refused so, they went ahead to make another prophecy and more threats. Steven got sent to Marvava to be used as a toy to con

Antonia hadn't just built a new life; she had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe. Across the room, Monica sat rigidly to Antonia's right, a suffocating layer of guilt breaking out across her arms. She could see Portia’s eyes subtly widening in silent, agonizing heartbreak as the realization set in: Antonia had officially stopped looking for her. The campus queen was drowning in the unhealed trauma of a betrayal that had never happened, while the woman who still owned her heart was ruthlessly debating corporate percentages, completely unmoved by her existence. The relentless scratch of Portia’s sleek fountain pen against the thick, executive