Steven Universe Strawberry Fields 소설 & 이야기

I said. Steven picked his phone, trying to access the chip. He scrolled through his phone for a while and his plain look soon began to burn into confusion. I stared at him with a raised brow, constantly calming myself with sips from my beverage cup, which was almost running out. “I can't seem to pick any signal, Brian,” Steven said, after about ten minutes of silence and display of confusion. I gulped in the last of my beverage and dropped the mug, hard, on the table.

Steven was worried because his sister was a very terrible drinker, she rarely drinks and only does so when she is in pain or is upset about something, just a few gulps of alcohol will make her soo dizzy to the pint of fainting. He quickly check his contact list for the contact of Crimson's only friend and also her band mate Lunette, he dailed her line and she picked up after a while but then she told him she was currently in south Korea filming her latest tv series. Left with not other option he quickly dailed his friend's line and after a few rings the phone was picked up by the person on the other line. "What are you up to bro?' Steven asked. "Why? It's late now and i'm about to attend a d

I asked. "No, I roam around the mansion until he comes out again, which in this case won't be until your job is done,” she replied. I nodded in response, turned around, and walked through the gates, my head facing the ground. Immediately after I stepped through, I walked over to some bushes and stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen next. After waiting for a few moments, I saw Steven levitate into the mansion; his entire body was still stiff, but he was enveloped in a bright green aura. As soon as he crossed the boundary between the outside world and inside the mansion, he fell to the ground, his eyes shut.

If it was, it had worked spectacularly, because the two had an awkward little hug, something that they never did, and then Luke was gone again. It took Steven a minute to think it through, to wrap his head around it just being said and done. If Steven didn't know any better, he’d think that the universe was fucking with him. Either way, it didn't feel like it could go too much longer. Whatever was going to happen, Steven just wanted that ill feeling to leave him. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it at all.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.

Chapter 165 : The Sweat Feelings Pyra’s POV: I approached the gym, wanting to work out. The air was crisp, and the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange. As I stepped into the gym, the familiar scent of rubber mats, metal weights, and the faint trace of sweat hit me and my eyes locked on a figure seated on the floor. Steven turned towards the door, his eyes locked on mine as he put away his phone. I frowned. Who was Steven talking to by this time? And who does he know to communicate with seeing that he was completely alone since he came to the pack?

my voice rose, accompanying my effort to straighten my limp body. "Stay away from me, you trash!" Steven snapped. Every syllable that came from his lips sounded full of poisonous hatred. That utterance felt like a physical slap that shook my world. My confusion grew. What actually happened to Steven? Why did he transform into such a cruel stranger full of anger toward me?

"I can control who wakes up and who sleeps. That is why I gave you these enchanted straws. But I cannot control a person's despair. "Since things have come to this, you can only accept it." He nodded slightly and walked out of the house. Carla collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes empty and unfocused. "He's gone, he disappeared." The talented boy who rarely spoke was gone. A sharp pain hit her chest. She bent forward slightly, as if all her strength had been drained. Her eyes shifted, and she noticed the photos on the TV cabinet. Only then did she realize something. Every smiling face in those pictures was Simon. There wasn't a single photo of Harry.

“You and me both.” He crouched beside one of the spots where the vines had risen—now just twisted brown husks curling back into the earth. The soil around them was blackened, sickly. Nothing about this forest felt alive anymore. Not really. Steve stood slowly, brushing his hands off on his pants. “I’m starting to think Sterling Creek has darker secrets than I ever imagined.” I looked at him, surprised at the admission. His voice was too calm—too collected for someone who had just stared death in the face. But then again, maybe that was what being Alpha demanded.

he suggested. "Let's ask him together," Tony narrowed his eyes and led me to Steven. Steven opened his eyes and looked around like he was confused. I am about to kick the confusion out of him. "Steven, what the hell is wrong with you!" I cried as soon as he was fully awake. "Summer," he beamed like he just saw an old friend. "You can't marry this guy! You and I have something special. I FELT it!" "Steven, I only talked to you for like five minutes!" I groaned.