Steven Universe Official Artwork Novels & Stories

Winston raised his hand, his bodyguards stepping forward to stop Steven's men. Winston patiently asked Larissa, "Would you mind explaining what you think is wrong with this Unicorn Statue?" Steven angrily said, "Winson, are you just trying to go against me?" Winston scoffed, "I just want this young man to assist me. What does it have to do with you?" Steven said sarcastically, "Oh right! After all, you have terrible eyesight! Otherwise, you wouldn't have mistakenly sold valuable emeralds as scraps!" Infuriated, Winston snapped, "Steven, I've had enough of you!"

Just rolled out the blueprint, taped it down, and started jotting dimensions from the client brief. Steven started pacing, voice climbing fast. "You're doing this on purpose, huh? Trying to mess with me and Tammy, 'cause you know we're solid. I don't love you. That's never changing." I kept sketching, head down. "Tammy knows I'm doing it on purpose. But ask yourself—why'd she still let you stay?" Steven froze, jaw tight. "I don't care about your mind games. Just finish the damn design. I'm out the second you're done. I can't stand you."

“And they’re willing to burn millions just to feel like gods.” His brow furrowed. “And are you one of them?” I smiled faintly. “No,” I whispered. “I already own the universe.” My lips ghosted over his temple. “And you… are the only thing real in it.” The room pulsed with anticipation, the air thick with testosterone and tension. The price had hit eight million. No one in the room was looking at the painting anymore. They were looking at him — at Caisen. At the man seated like a crowned serpent between two wolves.

He saw the space on the island and smiled. “Now, we are back to our world” Elon chanted. Steve walked out from where he was also hiding and stood in front of Elon. “This is our world, not yours. You should go back!” He said. “The world that has been destroyed. This belong to us now. I know that the goddess has created this world for us” Steve pushed Elon with a strong force from his hand. Instead of Elon to fall on the floor, he landed on the floor in his wolf form.

He gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven , sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Sebestian stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Allen started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking B-Class, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.

Their swaying bodies and shimmering figures in the waves stimulated the hearts. Steven stopped abruptly, looked at Philip and Fennel seriously, and said, “Thank you, Young Patriarch Clarke, Lord Apollo. I…” Philip put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a smile, “Steven, if you’re a little less business-minded, we can actually be friends.” Hearing this, Steven's eyes lit up as he looked at Philip and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, are you really willing to be friends with me?” Philip shrugged and said, “Why not? Friends should be treated with sincerity. Steven, I hope you won't let me down.”

Finally, Steven passed a smile to her and then nodded his head. “Great… Thank you so much Steva for agreeing on it…” Steven’s mother rose from her chair and thanked Steva. “It’s always a pleasure to help you,” Steva said with a sweet smile and then bid goodbye to both mother and son. The whole way Steven couldn’t hide his smile, his mother thought it was because of his love for art but she didn’t know that Steven was fascinated by Steva’s beauty and humbleness. The reason why he got interested in the art is also that he wanted to get close to her. Steva is one of the cousin sisters of his father and she is very young as compared to his parent.

It was precisely because Steve's realm was completely incomparable with the group of monsters equivalent to Heavenly Spirit Realm that everyone did not take him too seriously from the beginning. In everyone's mind, he was at most a human cultivator, and he played a role in communication. However, when all the demons looked desperate, Steve showed an utterly different viciousness.

his boy suggests. "How is that possible? only last night "Steven sighs and shakes his head. He became terrified and was unsure what to do. "We were fortunate that an elderly gentleman assisted us. Because he was an artist, he gave us this. He stated that after this young man demonstrated to us, he began to draw his facial expressions. Do you..." He extended the carbon to Steven. Steve spent a long time staring at the carbon. He wanted to smile but couldn't. "Anything else that might be useful" Stevens couldn't take his gaze away from the carbon as he inquired once more.

"But I'm still here, Steven. You don't need to worry." "I truly believed... you were... leaving me... again..." His voice wavered with the weight of his emotions. "Never, Steven," I assured him softly. "I promised I'd fight the venom of your mark, and I did." "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "And for that, I'm grateful to the Moon Goddess." As I reflected on the encounter with the Moon Goddess, a solemn silence enveloped us. Steven remained unaware of my personal encounter with the deity, a secret I held close.