Novel & Cerita Steven Universe Is Garbage And Here's Why

The assistant paused and did not answer the question. "Don't you dare tell Kate or her family about this. I'll make sure you regret it if you do!" Steven hung up the phone and walked to the main hall of the airport. Lately, Steven felt like he was unhinged, having suffered severe headaches over time as if his head was about to be blown off. During his sleep, he would have some outrageous dreams. Sometimes, he dreamed of being a gang leader, ordering his subordinates as he smoked. Sometimes, he was a patient who laid in bed as he waited for someone to take away his heart.

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.

“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.”

Stacy tugs a smile after the words come out from her brims. Then, she walks and steps on the stairs carefully, planning to change her clothes and wash her face. At that moment, Stella glances at Steven and comments, "See, I can trust June. She is the best wife for our son, Steve." Steven grins a little. There is a particular fear in his brown orbs. It also resembles doubtfulness on what will occur in the future since universe tends to be unpredictable. "Let's see what future brings us. We cannot always expect too high on everything. Even, something, which seems good from outside, can turn to be bad in its final state," Steven tries to be neutral, but his tone sounds more desperate than it is

**Christine’s POV** How dare he do that? Such an arrogant bastard! Who does he think he is? “I want you to stay away from him.” I look up to see Steven, angry and frantically staring at me. “He is no good, Christine. Believe me, he only knows how to destroy people’s lives; that is what his entire family is good at.” I’m confused. Steven hates the guy, but it seems more personal. Anyway, I don’t plan on getting close to that arrogant jerk. Before I can respond, Steven storms out of my office.

There will be times where she still despairs about it but we are here to help her through it. END OF FLASHBACK I pushed those thoughts away as I made my way to the holding cells. I stopped in front of a cell. ‘I never imagined you paying me a visit, Rosé’ ‘Steven… being behind bars is a nice look on you’ ‘I not sure I agree with that’ he chuckled ‘but it’s what I deserve so I won’t complain’ ‘Was it really worth it?’ ‘Am starting to wonder that myself’ ‘You’re a smart guy. Surely you couldn’t have thought this was going to work? Taking over humans? Come on that’s a pipe dream’

Ethan asked. "I did not say that, though." Steven commented. "Whatever. So is he doing bad or not?" He asked me again. "He is doing really well. He is our savior with our professors' hard questions. He is too much genius for us." I answered. They all nodded back at me. "I can feel you. That is what is running through my mind too. Steven is like a monster when it comes to using his brain." Glenn added, which made me agree.

"Yeah?" "Yeah, he's great. Holly has practically adopted him. So it's not the fact that you're gay or anything." Paul blew out a breath. "But there's a thing?" Steven frowned, still processing. "I'm not sure how to say it." He paused and stared off into space. "It's like my world view has been knocked off its base. If I had this big thing about you all wrong, then everything could be wrong, you know?" "Huh." Paul frowned. "I never thought of it that way."

WARNING; THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE. When the two arrived home, Steve decided to call Mr Hawkins to inform him that he was back home so that he could not worry about him and the safety of Gabby. He then prepared a warm bath for Gabby so that she could freshen up knowing that she must be very tired fighting against the foxes. Being a fox, Steve knew that using their power would always drain their bodies. While taking her bath, Steve sat on the side her bed as he admired her clean room.

“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.”