Steven Universe Personality Novels & Stories

Steven glanced back at Adams, his face cold and terrifying, "Ask him." Adams: "..." He must have run into some serious bad luck. Ethan, seeing Adams equally baffled, realized asking him was pointless. Steven was usually carefree and unrestrained, and it was rare to see him lose control like this. It must have something to do with Kimberly again, he thought. There was no better explanation. He quickly followed Steven, fearing he might do something irrational. Coming out, he saw Steven making a call with a fierce look, "Turn everything upside down if you have to, but I want to know who that person is."

“Karina Leticia.” Karina turned her head. “Yes?” Steven said Karina's full name. But how did the man know. Even though the man was Saka's brother. But to remember her full name—a little strange. Steven inherited the Caucasian gene from Hendrick. His face is more western than Asian. Tall, white, brown eyes, thick eyebrows and a firm jaw. Like a movie actor. “Don't you know me?” Karina frowned. Steven's language was too casual. Should she be lazy with casual language too? No. Not allowed.

Steven cut him off impatiently. Ah, Steven really wanted to just shut him up. But he wanted even more to smack him on the head so his brain would function just a little bit. For some reason, that strange soldier had abilities on par with his own. If people saw his true personality, they would never believe that someone with such a strange mouth actually possessed such amazing abilities. When he realized he was in the training hall with Zach, an alarm went off in his head. “Come on, let’s duel!” Steven said, immediately stunning Zach.

"There's so much to see and do in this city, and it's always better to have someone to share it with." Steven is a tall, athletic-looking guy with short, dark hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He had a strong jawline and a friendly smile that instantly put Larisa at ease.

“Thank you Mr Brown for all the help and care you have given me but I can really take it from here. I assume you have lots of things to do.” “Steven. Call me Steven. We are way passed the second names Isabella.” He gives me a small smile that looks odd since I never saw him smile but it makes him look a little bit friendly. “I know you have questions and we have to talk. Let’s get to my apartment and I will tell you everything you need to know.” I really need to be answered but what if Mr …. Steven is a killer, or another psycho? But he's helped me twice when I was vulnerable. What if he’s stalking me? He mentioned my mother though. This was frustrating. I can use my moves on him if he tries

When I finally calmed down, I looked at my savior, who had sharp facial features and strikingly good looks. "Declan Kane," he said, introducing himself. Then, he turned to glance at Zack on the floor and asked, "Who's he to you?" Even if he'd just saved me, I couldn't bring myself to answer that and just stayed silent. Noticing my silence, he just laughed. "I'm just wondering if you need me to handle this for you, Ms. Fletcher." Relief washed over me when I realized I'd misunderstood and that he wasn't trying to pry. I managed a smile and replied, "Thank you, but I can take care of it.

After finishing with the rogue by consuming its flesh and discarding its head, I stood there in awe, struggling to grasp the reality unfolding before me. Steven shifted back to his human form, bare from the waist up, his eyes begging as he gazed at me. He seemed to gauge my reaction. "Are you alright?" he inquired, but I shoved him away and retreated. I shook my head, afraid of him. "It was you all along! You orchestrated all this chaos!" The silver fur glimpsed during a near accident, things that appeared beside me just when I needed them, his subtle questions about my paste and my mate...

"Or else what, Evelyn? Huh? What? Would you be able to fight me? Oh. I see, So you're starting to feel like our Luna. Is that why you believe you can warn me and I will pay attention to you? Look here. No matter how hard you try, you will always be an unvalued outcast in this pack. Regardless of how many times you attempt to oppose me... I won't give up." I felt myself pushing against the furthest corner of the wall next to my bed, glaring at Steven, and I cursed inside. my hands gripping the blanket even more firmly as my teeth clamped together. When the back of my head smacked the wall, he chuckled grimly. "Play nicely and be a good girl. It's not like you've never had sex before or that y

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

**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.