Steven Universe Sour Cream Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What's the appetizer?" “Pumpkin soup. I think you must be thirsty." Steven took the champagne from the ice cube bucket. He then opened the seal and let the champagne foam slide down from the mouth of the bottle and wet his hands. “Delicious champagne.” He said while licking his hands. Blakely saw Alessia looking disgusted at how Steven smirked at her. He would even be as disgusted as Alessia if she was stared at like that. “We must toast to the success of our collaboration, Nickson.”

Steven complimented as he saw Derren and Maria walking toward them. Derren laughed and replied, shaking Steven’s hand, “If we look like a million bucks, then you two look like a whole truckload of gold.” “It's good to see you again, Derren,” Steven said. “Same here,” Derren replied, then turned to Lunaris. “Moon Goddess,” he said softly with a smile, bowing his head slightly. “It’s Lunaris. You got a lot of nerve, threatening to start another war with Steven if I refused to follow you guys,” Lunaris replied jokingly.

Steve's breathing hitched at the sight, and a sly smirk tugged at my lips as I enjoyed teasing him. Out of nowhere, Steve asked, "Can I taste that?" Startled by his sudden question, I hesitated for a split second before answering, "Sure." I held my ice cream cone out to him, expecting him to take a quick lick, but instead, he leaned in and licked my lips. My eyes widened in surprise as he pulled back, smirking at me. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed my chair and pulled it closer to his side.

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.

The young male smiles at me and bows his head as he says, “Good afternoon, Luna.” At his words, his friends all stop and look at me. I smile and say, “Good afternoon, Steven. Please don’t stop your silliness on my account…” Steven has a blush work its way up his neck and onto his cheeks before he then turns and growls at his friend, who then starts teasing him, returning the fun to the atmosphere around them. I turn back around and step up to the counter. I order a late lunch for everyone and then walk back outside to join the others at the tables.

Seth chuckled as he grabbed a slice of pizza. “I thought I recognized you.” The guy said. “Dante, right?” “Yeah, I figured you was. Your name was Steven.” “Yeah, how are you doing? This your new pack?” “Yeah.” “So, is it true?” “Is what true?” Steven spun around and turned to the people behind the counter. “Can I take my break?” He asked. “One hour.” The woman behind the counter said. “Come outside.” Steven said to me before he walked out.

Then he let out a loud, high-pitched, “Muuuuuum!” I burst into laughter, nearly dropping the pot I was washing. Steven wiped at the foam on his face, his fingers sliding around clumsily, making it even messier. “You’re gonna get it!” he threatened in the sweetest, least-threatening voice possible. “Oh no! Someone save me!” I mocked, holding my hands up, but I couldn’t stop laughing. Steven giggled so hard he could barely stand, his little shoulders shaking with each burst of laughter. His eyes were sparkling, cheeks flushed pink with excitement and pure happiness.

There wasn't any snowstorm but I could see everything being covered under the snow and there were people who's trying to remove it using shovels. “Mrs Alarcon.” When I turned around, I saw Steve standing near the door holding a tray holding a glass. “What did you get over there?” “A herbal drink to prevent sickness.” I walked over to him and took the glass saying, “Thank you.” And drank whatever in that glass. It tasted sour but it was also refreshing at the same time. I asked, “Steve, where's Brian?” “He's downstairs with his father, mam.” “Okay.” Looks like I'm the one who's late for breakfast.

I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop the laughter, but it didn’t help. Steven had an elephant head tattooed on his pubic area. From what I could make out from the distance between us, his penis was the elephant’s trunk. “Women don’t run when they see that?” I asked between fits of laughter. Amusement flashed through his eyes as he fixed his pants. “I keep them too occupied to notice.” With a wink, he left the room and disappeared down the hall. I dropped back onto the bed and allowed the laughter to take over once again. Damn, those brothers were seriously entertaining.

I tried to frown but I couldn't because it was hard to fight the joy in my chest. Steven got a lot of young coconuts before he went down from the tree. I helped him remove the dirt that stuck to his body. I also wiped his sweat and he just stood there looking at me with a smile. "Why are you smiling?" I asked, chuckling. "You're pretty and I like you," I stopped for a moment and looked at him. "You look crazy," I said laughing even though my cheeks reddened of what he said. "Come on. Take that. We're going to make a salad I saw some ingredients in the fridge earlier for Buko salad. (Buko salad: A dessert contained of lots of young coconut meat, nata de coco, milk and sago (tapioca pearls).