Steven Universe Sour Cream Novels & Stories

[1st Account in the Tale of Shadow's Enigma] Z doesn't sit well in a world where a shadow is manipulated. As someone who has no memory of her past, she can't summon her shadow like others used to. It's a fatal mistake that may as well cost her life. But she can't worry with the facing danger when she's the only one who sees their world becoming undone. The legend of Dark, the only Shadow Wielder able to control time, is resurfacing once again. With a mob of wielders going on a rampage and going missing here and there, Z is losing a battle that haven't even started yet. In her haste, she makes the first mistake of leading her only friend to his death. And commits the second one by signing a deal with Dark himself just so he can be resurrected. Dark sends Z in a prestigious school where she's been thought of as someone she doesn't know. And while she has to endure living a stolen life, listening to a brat's whining, being patient with a maniac's snide remarks, and taking in the dazzling cold stares of an enthralling man whose eyes are only set at her, will she allow the world to crumble in the hands of Dark any further? And sacrifice every wielder alive just for a single friend?

As the daughter to a prestigious family, she was trained as the heir of her father’s legacy. Usually, this type of training was well-suited for the boys of the family but since she’s the only child and she is a girl, her father allowed her to train. Due to her training, she had no friends and she was casted as an outsider. At a young age, she was expected to train both physically and mentally. She was both good in archery and swordsmanship as well as in her studies as she had an affinity with Japanese history. Years passed and her training was paying off. She was prepared to inherit the company when her parents announced that they will be having another child. Much to her dismay, her baby brother was born. She was stripped of everything she had prepared her whole life for. After an unfortunate car accident, she found herself in a different timeline. Will she be able to return to her own time?

In the human world, Olympus is merely a fantasy found in books, known as the abode of gods since ancient times. But in another world, Olympus is an enchanted and dangerous place. A place not for gods and goddesses but for peculiar people from the seven castes of power. However, powers have their limitations, and so does Olympus. And, in the midst of war and darkness, a woman struggling with an identity crisis in the human world has mysteriously entered the enchanted world of Olympus. In a world where power is the only way to live, will she be able to survive, especially since she has to deal with the man who possesses one of the elemental powers in Olympus? This isn't just an ordinary world. This isn't just a mere fantasy, nor a figment of imagination. It's the world of Olympus, and it's about the love untold.

It was in the Era of Harmony, trillions of years ago, when Chaos first arrived. To stop all existence from growing rampantly and exhausting all sustenance, the Creator of the universe took on Chaos as its body, the void as its vigor, and black holes as its jaw—a combination to create a world-ending coffin, devouring the seas and setting lands aflame, reducing all to ashes! Later, millions of years ago, the gods waged wars against each other when the same coffin appeared out of nowhere, massacring their ranks and decimating the divine realm. Since then, it had gone missing, but its name continued to echo throughout the universe, leaving both gods and demons in fear! Millions of years later, a youth was buried alive and fused with the coffin where he was kept, and he became an undertaker whose name was heard throughout all worlds. "I'm really bad at saving lives, but I'm quite good with ending them," he said quietly with a cool visage. "I possess the Coffin of the Gods, and I can send anything and anyone to their deaths: humans, worlds… or even the gods themselves!"

This is the second book in the Twisted series. Nathan Hall felt an instant attraction towards Lyra McCoy, the youngest of McCoy siblings, who also happened to be Hall's worst nemesis. But that didn’t hold Nathan from totally being absorbed by the red-haired beauty. Waiting for her outside her workplace, stalking her movement, watching over her from the shadow, taking care of her when she was vulnerable. After a fortuitous circumstance to save Lyra from the judgmental society's eyes, Nathan proudly announced their engagement. Lyra was skeptical of Nathan’s motive from the beginning, knowing the sour war between him and her older brother Brian, but she was fine with the announcement until she found out something unacceptable took place that would shatter everything if the news traveled out. Both McCoy and Hall would have deal with shame, so she sealed her mouth and played along with the game that Nathan started. However, the worst was yet to occur, and when it appeared, would this fake engagement that twisted into something call love would be adequate to sustain the thunderstorm? Only time would reveal, although there wasn't enough left.

I am Summer Ramey-Carter, surrounded by opulence, beauty, and acclaim. The spotlight is already on me. However, beneath the mask that conceals, what do I so desperately desire that is not yet mine? The answer is Steven Carter’s heart. My husband who both detests and abhors me. When his childhood sweetheart returns, he presents me with our three-year marriage with the divorce papers as a gift. He doesn’t mind that it is our anniversary. “Let’s divorce and end this marriage, Summer.” I am already ready to accept the painful and bitter reality. Nonetheless, faith seems to have another plan when unexpectedly—I lose my memories. Book 1: Divorcing My Ruthless Husband (Chapter 1: Divorce to Chapter 180: The End) Book 2: The Brat Heiress (Chapter 181: Blurb) continuation of second generation.

“Do you take Shane Medes, Great and mighty Alpha King, leader of the blood moon pack to be your lawful wedded mate?” Lauren coaxed her words, holding a book in her hand. “Yes.” I smiled, the butterflies in my belly started to dance as I looked at the Alpha king in his face. “Now, your turn Shane.” Lauren darted her eye at him, “do you take Harley Steven, this ordinary human, a lowlife and outcast from her family to be your lawfully wedded Luna and mate?” I look at Shane waiting for his reply in anticipation. I have always wanted this day to come. To finally get married to Shane, just as the moon goddess has promised. “Yes! I would till death separates us.” He pulled me by my waist, my belly hitting his. He raised my chin with his hand, his lips curly to a kiss, and he…

Riven Black was Oceandale’s basketball god. On the court he was untouchable, a star basketball celebrity, billionaire CEO, media golden boy, and every girl’s dream man …. Underground he was something much darker… Alpha of the Valora pack, sworn to secrecy by laws written in blood. Samantha Anderson knew nothing about his world. A quiet hotel attendant at Royale Lodge, who spent most of her time clearing sheets of people she was never going to recognize. When Riven lodged into Royale, under an alias, she didn’t recognize him. She only knew that he was tall and dark and exuded an aura impossible to resist. Riven was surprised… Unsettled that she didn’t recognize him.But their paths didn’t end there. That same night, she goes to an underground bar party her friend had invited her to. Drunk on cheap liquor, she was dared to take a masked stranger home. She did, not that the stranger she spent the night with was Riven Black. And he was tearing Oceandale apart looking for her.

Happily mated and Luna of the Nightshade pack, Elara Gremond is living the life every other female wolf has ever dreamed of. Everything is going well for her until her pack is attacked and she is accused of aiding the rogues. Distraught, Elara tries to make her mate, Silas, see reason but he is blinded by the evidence before him and sentences her to be burned at the stake. Elara believes that was her end but fate seems to have other plans for her as she is reborn as Scarlett, a lone wolf. Triggered by the memories of her past life, Scarlett returns to the Nightshade pack to find out those who had framed her and get revenge on them and her former mate Silas. Silas, however, finds that the new pack member reminds him of his dead mate and he can't help but feel attracted to her despite all his attempts. What happens when there are more forces at play than Silas and Scarlett could have ever imagined? Will Scarlett let go of her hatred for Silas and build a new life with him or would she let rage and revenge destroy her? Join them as they unravel the web of lies, deceit, and love.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.