Steven Universe Sour Cream Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He’s so funny! "Fine, I'll buy you a lot of cake. Make it 1 day," Steven bargained. "1 week plus cake for 1 month. What do you think of me? Superman?" "Your face looks like a cake. Okay fine as long as after a week, it's done." "Yes, you are demanding, dude." I just shook my head at the nastiness of these two. They acting like a child. The next day, Steven left early for work. Later, Hivo and I will bring him his lunch.

~YVONNE~ Steven choked. A spray of milk and half-chewed cereal spewed from his mouth, splattering across the table. He coughed violently, his face turning red. “Wha– What the fuck?” he sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t play dumb with me!” I hissed. “I know you, Liam. The man I hooked up with at that club downtown two months ago.” Steven groaned, dropping his head for a second before looking back at me, his gray eyes hard. “So what if I am? Huh?”

Brian announced proudly. Steven looked offended. “It’s not burned. It’s… extra crispy.” Izzy crossed her arms, smiling. “That pancake is black baby.” “It’s caramelized,” Steven corrected. Brian giggled. Izzy walked over and kissed Brian’s head. “Good morning, troublemaker.” “Morning, Mommy.” Steven glanced at her, his eyes searching her face briefly. “You okay?” Izzy nodded. “Just a big day.” Brian swung his legs under the chair. “Youre heading straight to Steele Group?”