Steven Universe I Am My Monster Novels & Stories

Ronan admitted, pulling her closer. Sienna purred against his chest. She knew Ronan was a monster—ruthless, self-serving, and devoid of true empathy—but that made him the perfect weapon for her to wield against the Moon Clan. "I'm the only one who truly understands your darkness," she whispered. "Whenever the weight of the Blackwell Pack gets too heavy, I’m the only sanctuary you have. Right, Alpha?"

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.

Their eyes met, and Julie could only muster a faint smile, her tears threatening to spill once more. They eventually arrived at the hospital. Elizah regained consciousness but was still crying, grimacing, and refusing to see anyone. She even rejected Julie. If she saw anyone or even the shadow of a passing airplane, she’d scream, “Monsters.” “She doesn’t want to see anyone. She’s still trembling and keeps screaming, ‘Monsters,’” Richard explained. “Monsters? That means there’s more than one perpetrator which ... Oh God … Oh no ..." Julie whispered, sitting down on the bench outside Elizah’s hospital room. When Julie glanced up, she saw the same officer, Mark Robertson, walking toward her wit

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

Steva's words instigated Steven’s anger and out of a sudden, he held Aldo’s fist that was coming towards his face, and then turning him around, he started punching on his face brutally. “I AM NOT A CHILD..” He said, irritated, and then looked at Steva with red eyes, he laughed bitterly looking crazy. “Hahaha… Steva… Steva… You ruined me Steva… I hate you… I hate this Love… You have made me a monster..." Steven felt a pang of pain in his heart that is going into his soul too. “I… I never said that I love you, Steven… I never loved you…” Her confession broke Steven completely from inside and out. He spotted the gun placed neatly at the side table and then rushed to get it.

FREYA POV “Monsters?” Luna asked, her head tilting as she looked up at Steve with those big, wide eyes. “Do you kill them? Like superheroes?” I could see the gears turning in her head, and before she could start bombarding him with a million questions he definitely wasn't ready for, I stepped in. Steve stood there like a giant, looking all dark and serious, and that "shadow" talk was a bit much for a six-year-old. “Sweetheart, don’t mind him,” I said quickly, cutting in with a smile. I drew closer and held Luna’s shoulders, pulling her back toward me. I looked at Steve’s face—before looking back at her.

Steven let out a pained grunt as he hit the concrete. He placed his foot on Steven’s chest. He tried to push Kael’s foot aside, but it remained in place. “Talk!” I wanted to take a step closer, to stop him and tell him to let me handle it, but I was too scared to say anything. Kael isn’t himself anymore. He looks like a monster, ready to tear everyone apart. For me. "Alright! Alright!" Steven finally gasped, wincing in pain. I stood still. My heart was racing, beating so fiercely that I could hear it in my ears.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

Mia exclaimed enthralled. “I guess, we had the same idea,” Linc explained and raised an eyebrow. There was Steven. He was a vampire. I felt a little bit disappointed, because he didn’t guess what my costume would be, because we didn’t have the same idea. But it wasn’t his fault. How could he tell what I was going to wear. But still... “Hey!” I exclaimed and he smiled, putting his hand over my shoulder. “Ready to party?” Steven asked all of us.

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!”