Season 7 Steven Universe Novels & Stories

"Babe, I appreciate your kindness, but you should've let the cook do their responsibilities and job. The healer told me you should move around. It's bad for your health as you are still recuperating your energy." I smiled at him. "Thanks for worrying, but I'm good. And I want to do it for you." He sighed and nodded. "Alright. Just promise me that if you feel tired, take a rest and sleep." "Sure!" I winked at him and put down the last platter. "By the way, I heard news about your brother. Is it true that he is... ?" Steven's jaw clenched and he nodded. "Since his mate was killed, he feels weak. Sooner or later, he will die."

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.

Levi worsened his madness thinking he was explaining the situation. "Shut up!" Steven shouted furiously. Changing his tone to low and rough, he growled firmly, "I'm not a normal human to believe this stupidity! It's only Abby. She is the only one I have let touch me. This stupid footage seems edited!" "If you're that confident, then it must be Clara's game to get you from Madam Abby." Levi shared his opinion. "She's more than I thought; I should've been careful with her." Steven regretted his mistake realizing how cruel Clara was.

I narrowed my eyes and noticed one of the two guys was actually Steven Summers, Autumn’s older brother. “I don’t care what game you are playing right now but you need to stop this bullshit and man up,” said Steven, looking pissed and murderous. His eyes never left the other guy whose back happened to be in my line of sight. My dad seemed to notice them as he quickly moved toward them. I followed closely behind. I had no idea who the other guy was but I knew Steven wasn’t the type of person that liked confrontation unless there was no other option. “I am not playing games. I am only here to see my mom marrying my asshole dad.”

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!”

Irene whispered, “What happened?" "I don’t know either," she answered. Steven left the morning two days ago to attend a meeting in the province. He said he would return after three days, which meant he was scheduled to return the next day. However, while preparing dinner on the evening before Steven's supposed return, she received a phone call from Steven's driver. He informed her that Steven had been hospitalized and that she should not tell anyone about it.

Steven said. "Miss Clara looks better than yesterday, her appetite is also quite good, maybe she's sleeping in her room, sir," Bob said. "Good," Steven said and he told Bob to get out of his room. Steven held the USB in his hand, he felt that someone was planning something and trying to destroy Steven from within, his instincts as an Alpha made him easily spot anything suspicious. To be continued…

Steven reached out and grabbed Yonda’s arm, and stopped her. “Avenge me.” He weakly said and then let her leave. Kevin began laughing, hearing the words of Steven. “Revenge? Do you want revenge? You will not die even if the Grim Reaper himself arrives. You are only experiencing a mild panic attack. I will have the paramedics send you to the best hospital and get you back on your feet. You have to witness the demise of the Ross family taken from your control and answer to all your crimes.” Steven’s phone then ran and lifted his phone to see the caller. Steven answered the call on speaker.

Newman say about leaving behind the real world in favor of a weekend getaway? What step would that be? **** Steven waited in the dark parking lot outside Dr. Lovejoy’s flagship radio station. His head dropped back against the soft, buttery leather as blaring rock music filled the space. He hated this kind of music, it was more noise than talent if you asked him, but he needed to wait until Heath’s show came on before he could make his move. He had no idea what he expected to find in his son’s office, but it had been a piece of cake to swipe the entrance card from the bubbly receptionist he’d spoken to this morning.

"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