Steven Universe Donut Shop Novels & Stories

You know when people always believed that Being a doctor will gain you more money than any other profession but bullshit is what I thought of all this. Okay, so we did our registration one after the other and we were lucky to be allocated to the same Class the A class for arts. after which we headed to the school canteen to have some you know... Snacks. Then I realized that I have found my match as we both had similar choices when it came to snacks. I loved Snacking on Donuts and Milk tea and she also does too. I guess our meeting was destined after all. Well, I am Steve Davies and my best friend is Stella Ellison. And this is our story! Happy reading.

I turned to Steven and said, "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes, and then we'll go." I went to the bottom of the stairs, stopped, and looked back at Steven's clothes, which were a bit inappropriate; I cleverly reminded him: "Can you dress like this to go out?" He is the CEO of the famous Sunwell corporation; how can he go out in such a messy, sloppy appearance? He flashed a charming smile, stepped closer to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and said, "Don't worry. This is for you to deal with. Can I borrow your phone?"

“I know right? Anyways, I’m gonna go shower. Because apparently I smell and look like a post-action porn star.” The donut shop I work at on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday mornings is called Donut Be Jealous. Though it has a pun name it is considered to be a hidden jewel amongst the hole-in-the-wall businesses in Midtown. It’s simultaneously owned by the family who came up with the business idea and their employees so it adds that sense of intrigue to the consumers in the area who look for politically correct labor practices. Being that the shop is a co-op, the owners decided to give me special parking place behind the storefront so that I can avoid paying the exorbitant street parking fees, n

Moving over, Rowena placed her palm against the cool, air-conditioned glass. There would be no shopping tomorrow. No fun, no games, no more steps… at least, not his. She had a few of her own. Starting nice and early. There was no more time to waste. ***** Steven found a bar in town, enjoyed a couple of drinks, a game of pool, and the chance to use a bathroom that didn’t smell like pine trees and decaying leaves. Killing time was something he’d gotten very good at over the years. “Last call. You want another?”

Once everything was settled, she would go back to Merchant City with Luna and Joshua… After that, she would keep the promise she made to Denise to never intercede in Steven's life and meet with him. This night was probably the last night in her life to be with this man who possessed Luke's body and face. Since both of them were distracted by the thoughts in their minds, they ate very slowly, and the ambiance was pretty depressing. When Steven's phone rang, both of them secretly felt relieved to have something to break the awkward moment. "Hello?" Steven looked at the unknown number on his phone and furrowed his brow, asking, "Who is it?" "Steven! Mr. Hughes! Please save Denise!"

I’ll ask Mommy to make something delicious. Faced with Night’s endearing pleadings and charming requests, Steven was utterly disarmed, and he could not say no. Finally, he agreed to his request. [Alright. I’ll come over tomorrow to spend time with you.] … The next afternoon, Steven arrived at Amy’s apartment with toys and a variety of treats. Seeing the man outside loaded with bags, Amy was somewhat surprised. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to see Night and Star.” After saying that, Steven pushed past Amy and strode into the house with a joyful call, “Night, Star, come and see what I brought you!”

Steve replaces my need for caffeine. Mr. Steve: Visit my warehouse after you are free from school. Let's discuss a few things about your interests, my business, and your future. Aunt Mary and Loraine have been right. Mr. Steve has got something shady rolled up his sleeve. But I've got nothing to lose so I send him an okay. My future. Nobody knows what will happen an hour later. My choice of career and his business are too far to foresee. I just want a content life, rescued from my past and with Celeste in it.

I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop the laughter, but it didn’t help. Steven had an elephant head tattooed on his pubic area. From what I could make out from the distance between us, his penis was the elephant’s trunk. “Women don’t run when they see that?” I asked between fits of laughter. Amusement flashed through his eyes as he fixed his pants. “I keep them too occupied to notice.” With a wink, he left the room and disappeared down the hall. I dropped back onto the bed and allowed the laughter to take over once again. Damn, those brothers were seriously entertaining.

He looks so determined and my arguing is like wasting my energy. A few minutes later, he pulls into a small but elegant ice cream shop. The pastel-colored building looks soft and welcoming, almost like it belongs in a picture book. Through the large glass windows, I see people inside, chatting happily, enjoying their desserts without a care about the world. As soon as Steve parks the car, he steps out and walks around to open my door. I hesitate but eventually follow him inside. The moment we enter, the Conversations lower, and I feel eyes turning toward us. Then, to my shock, people bow their heads slightly as Steve walks past.

~YVONNE~ Steven choked. A spray of milk and half-chewed cereal spewed from his mouth, splattering across the table. He coughed violently, his face turning red. “Wha– What the fuck?” he sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t play dumb with me!” I hissed. “I know you, Liam. The man I hooked up with at that club downtown two months ago.” Steven groaned, dropping his head for a second before looking back at me, his gray eyes hard. “So what if I am? Huh?”