Novel & Cerita Steven Universe Fanfiction

I’m sure he’s just sticking up for me; that’s the only thing that makes sense. Steven doesn't seem to appreciate his answer, however, and glares at him - not that Apollo seems to notice. He’s still studying me with that intentness that warms me up from the inside. "Who are you, anyway?" Steven asks, every trace of kindness gone from his voice. I nearly leap forward. I don’t want Apollo to say his name, because everything will fall apart, and Steven will likely lose his mind. After all, Apollo’s words would likely reinforce that I’m in love with the guy in Steven’s mind.

“You planned this, remember? Don’t get all possessive now.” Steven’s laugh came out strangled and humorless. “Possessive? I’m not—” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Max, we’re done. Stop it. This isn’t happening.” Max raised a brow, “ Are you getting cold feet, Steven?" He blinked, signaling him to play along. Steven shook his head, looking defeated. “Just… please. Leave him alone.” The please gutted me. Something was definitely wrong, very wrong. Max waved a dismissive hand at him. “He’s drunk. Ignore him.”

Jane advised. “Certainly, I shall,” Steven replied. “I was preoccupied when you called; we shall converse at another time,” Jane reciprocated. “Alright, take care of yourself, and thank you for always supporting me,” Steven expressed his gratitude. “Haha, anything for you, my little brother,” Jane laughed in response. Conversely, Steven has a girlfriend named Susan, who consistently supports his decisions and is aware of his intentions regarding Ethan. After finishing work, Steven went directly to Susan’s residence to inform her of his success. Upon seeing him, she rushed to embrace him.

He cleared his throat and said, "Diana, your imagination is so rich." "What do you mean?" Steven put his arm out in front of me at this point, then explained: "Look, my vein is broken. Out of concern for you, I pulled out the infusion tube. Besides, Sharmaine and I aren't what you think they are. I also have my own rules." "Damn it! Why do I have to explain this to you? I really have lost my mind." Steven muttered in an angry voice. I'm still not wholly convinced; I don't intend to hide what I've seen.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn. ‎Lila Quinn. ‎I threw my head back and laughed.... a deep, maniacal sound that echoed through the empty penthouse. Oh, this was too perfect. ‎ ‎“So my younger stepsister’s fiancé was the one writhing and moaning under me last night,” I muttered, still chuckling. “Her husband-to-be… taking every inch like he was made for it.” ‎

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

"Are you crazy? We're not besties. I don’t want to get to know you!" I pressed my lips together. "If Steven wants to have a wedding with me while making things official with you, doesn't that mean he wants two wives? How are we not besties?" "You... I..." In the end, she gritted her teeth and threw herself into Steven's arms. "Steven, she's obviously pretending to be generous so she can trick me into moving in and bully me behind your back!" Yet a trace of satisfaction flashed through Steven's eyes, and the corners of his lips even lifted slightly.

Close enough to feel the warmth of his body, but not so close that he could retreat. “So you’re gay?” I asked, voice low. Stevan lifted his gaze, and for a second I was caught off guard by the smile that broke across his face—different from the shy ones before. Softer. Unprepared. Almost boyish. Before I could even process it, he raised his hand and brushed the tip of his finger against my lips. The touch was fleeting. Innocent. And completely unexpected from him. A sharp shiver ran down my spine, far stronger than it had any right to be over something so simple. It hit me like a spark against dry tinder.

I nod my head with tears falling from my eyes even though I know that he won't get here in time. "Too much drama!" Steven uttered then ended the call and looked at me once again. "Before your knight and shining armour get here I already tasted you," he said then started kissing my lips. I want to puke when I tasted liquor in his mouth. When I got the chance I bit his lips and when his hold loosened I kicked his balls and pushed him off my body. I used that chance to run towards the door. "Solana!" I heard Steven calling me filled with anger.