Novel & Cerita Steven Universe Graphic Novels

Steven is a don, the most dangerous Mafia leader, he has more than a hundred subordinates, and his hands are never dirty because he has never hurt anyone with his own hands. He is tall, and handsome with an athletic body, the tattoo on his arm makes him even hotter. Steven is not only a mobster who is feared by many people, he is also a Werewolf who is quite deadly. No one dared to deal with Steven unless they wanted to die sooner. He has been in this profession for half his age, his father taught him to be a lead. He has a lot of skills, that's why no one dares with him. Steven has more than 50 drug factories spread across several countries.

Yes… they were the same. Steven wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He hadn’t spent almost forty years of his life manipulating people into giving him whatever he wanted for nothing. He’d find an in with his boy. Or a weakness he could exploit… His parting shot had certainly hit home. Steven hadn’t missed the disbelief and utter denial that had skated across Heath’s face. So, his boy didn’t like the idea that he was the apple to his tree. Well, it was certainly a start. Maybe tomorrow he’d pay a visit to his famous son’s place of employment and see what he could shake out of those branches.

His eyes darken again, just like they did in the car, the first time he saw the three distinctive marks left on my skin. My increased healing ability mean the marks are already likely fading, but Steven glares at them with the same ferocity as if they were fresh. “Steven,” I whisper. The air feels charged now, so much different than it had only a few seconds ago. Everything is electric, prickling lightly at my skin. My body is warming from the inside out. My relationship with Steven is the most confusing. With the others, we have sex, we enjoy it, that’s that. Steven is waiting for his forever. He wants sex with love. He can never love me so we are at a standstill.

“So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.” Lyra’s smile faltered. She took a small step back. “What do you mean?” Steven shrugged, casual but arrogant. “Just saying. You’re a wolf, we’re lycans. Not every day do we get somebody like you aboard.” Lyra’s jaw clenched and her arms folded against her chest. “So what?” Steven chuckled at her obvious discomfiture. “No reason,” he said. “Just conversation.” He smiled, showing teeth as even and white as any Lyra had seen. “But you’ve got a story or two in you, don’t you.”

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.

"I'm not trying to scare you, but I want you to be prepared for whatever may come your way. Because, just like you said, your story with him is different from mine and your dad's." Stefani's throat felt dry. She looked at her painting, depicting a happy couple watching a sunset, but her mood didn't match. Anxiousness filled her heart. "Hey there, divine beauties! How's the artistry going?" Steven made a grand entrance with Jacob, each holding a steaming cup of coffee. Without hesitation, he handed one to Summer. "A warm cup of coffee for the love of my life." "Seriously, Steven? You're getting up there in age. Cut out the teenage act!" Summer blurted out, her cheeks turning a shade of crimso

He carried a small stack of coloring books under one arm, his dark hair slightly disheveled, eyes shadowed but alive with determination. “Hey,” he said quietly, almost reverently, as if stepping into this space required some sacred care. Steven jumped from the bed, nearly tripping over the blanket. “Zed! Look what I can do!” He held up a little drawing he had made, slightly crooked but undeniably cheerful. Zed’s lips curved into the faintest smile, and my heart thumped faster than I wanted it to. He crouched to Steven’s level, giving him his full attention. “That’s amazing, little man. You drew all of us?”

“My apologies for my wrong assumption. I had studied these creatures, and this is a strange occurrence.” “It’s not about what you studied, Alpha Maverick,” Pyra, who had been silent for a little while now, finally spoke. “None of us understand the paradoxical actions of these creatures, and that’s why we need to act fast.” She turned to Steven, “So what do you seek from me, Alpha Steven?” The man, Steven, was silent before he spoke. “I seek aid. I have nowhere else to go, no living family anymore, no relatives. I need a place to stay, so I can escape the trauma and dangers those weird wolves pose.”

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

I take a step back from a bloodied Steven who is gazing at me with a smile; this individual is truly deranged, as he begins to laugh uncontrollably. "How delightful it was to see you all frightened, Tyler, searching for Christine. If it weren't for her infuriating stubbornness, none of this would have transpired. I will take her away; she is mine and mine alone! You will suffer for your betrayal, you wretched fool." He is insane, utterly insane. As we retreat, I observe Steven retrieving something from his pocket. When I realize it is a gun and see his gaze fixated on Lorena, I swiftly shield her just as he pulls the trigger.