Steven Universe Colors Novels & Stories

Steven jokes and they both chuckle. Stacey’s feet have now turned black because the pitch-black matter has touched it earlier like a beautifully matted mannequin foot in contrast to all of her porcelain-like glowing skin. What could have happened if Steven has left her there? She would be unrecognizable. It’s all my fault...

Erin's free hand roamed up to Uriel's head of hair, deeply entangled in his curly tresses. From day to night, the sky was stained golden to cerulean. Balance. They had finally found it. Blue was beautiful, as was yellow. And red. But on their own, they're lone hues, desperate to merge and mingle with all the other colours of the multihued multiverse. "What are you thinking about, Moon?" Uriel moved his head back to Erin's rising and falling chest, tracing his finger around his nub. Erin looked down at Uriel, smiling.

I shook my head and simply glanced at Steven, looked around and looked for what Zellor was saying that he and Gabriel looked alike. Steven has deep set of brown eyes, aristocratic nose which he inherited from Papa, sharp and chiseled jawline covered with stubbles and naturally red lips suited for a perfect gentleman. Actually, he has all the hard features, fit body, muscles and all, except for his eyes which are the only gentle part of his body and the one I like the most.

He replied to his friend and tasted his drink. Greg returned with various colors and designs of t-shirts. He displayed them one at a time, and Steven persistently rejected each one of them. "That's not his style." "The color isn't right." "That won't look good on him." Greg felt exhausted after every piece of clothing he had presented got denied by Steven. "Sir, allow me to pick another set for your lover," Greg replied. Steven spits the drink out of his mouth, and Jackson stares at Greg fiercely. "What! No! We are not together. He's not gay, and I am not. He is my best friend and brother." Steven replied.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Finally, Steven passed a smile to her and then nodded his head. “Great… Thank you so much Steva for agreeing on it…” Steven’s mother rose from her chair and thanked Steva. “It’s always a pleasure to help you,” Steva said with a sweet smile and then bid goodbye to both mother and son. The whole way Steven couldn’t hide his smile, his mother thought it was because of his love for art but she didn’t know that Steven was fascinated by Steva’s beauty and humbleness. The reason why he got interested in the art is also that he wanted to get close to her. Steva is one of the cousin sisters of his father and she is very young as compared to his parent.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

“That’s amazing, little man. You drew all of us?” Steven nodded vigorously, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Yes! That’s me, that’s Mom, and that’s you!” Zed’s gaze flickered to me briefly, a mixture of guilt, hope, and something unspoken passing through his golden eyes. “You colored me in green?” he asked, lifting the page carefully. “Yeah!” Steven beamed. “Green’s your hero color!” I felt a faint ache in my chest. Even now, even after the horrors, Zed was being patient, gentle, showing effort, not just to Steven, but to me. And I hated how much that truth gnawed at my walls.

Steven said. “Call it whatever you want, Steven. I designed human emotions, and only I truly understand how they work. I can see far beyond what your mortal eyes can perceive. I do not have to explain my reasons to you at all. If you feel too big to believe me, then that's on you,” Lunaris said. “Whatever. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to return to my work,” Steven said. “Why do you really despise me so much, Steven? Is it really because I almost caused the end of the world? Or is it because I took Gabriella's body?” Lunaris asked, leaning forward.

' I stare at him. 'You speak like one. You behave like one.' He pauses. 'But you don't smell like one.' He says, with a sadistic smile on his face. A chill travels down my spine. 'What are you talking about?' I shake my head slowly. Steven approaches me again. 'Your blood.' He replies. I instinctively take another step backward. 'What about it?' I ask, nervously. 'It's different.' 'Everyone's blood is different.' I point out.