Steven Universe Strawberry Fields Novels & Stories

She offered a warm smile that eased the tension in my shoulders, tension I hadn’t even realized was there. I smiled back and took a few steps toward them when my gaze landed on a strawberry bush at the far end of the field. The berries were fat and dark red, glinting in the sunlight like little jewels. “I prefer strawberries,”

I cut straight to it. “Negative. All quiet. Perimeter’s secure. Why? What’s going on, Luna?” “Fuck…” I pressed my free hand to my mouth, my throat closing up. “Jane, you’re not gonna believe this.” “Luna? What happened? Are you safe? Where are you? I’m pulling a squad to your coordinates—” “No. Stand down. I’m at the mansion.” My voice cracked, barely holding together. “Jane… Steven’s dead.” "Dead? Luna, that’s impossible. He was on the east ridge at 0400. I’ll lock down the perimeter and—"

“She is the best healer, Steven, even you knows that.” Steven sighed and looked out the window. His room has a view of the training ground and also the little gate that leads into the woods. Now staring down, he noticed a deep brown haired girl trying to sneak out. He scoffed, “I said it that there is something fishy about her.” “What?” Ethan asked. “Alpha Alan’s daughter, she just snuck into the woods right now.” He answered, going to the door. “And where are you going?” “After her, of course,” Steven replied, “I must find out what she is hiding.” He opened the door and was out before his father could stop him.

Robert begged for forgiveness, and Robbin stood beside him, rubbing their hands together. "You don't have to apologize; just talk to Travis. Where is this lady, is she not coming back, and why am I here?" Steven continues to push them away while searching for the lady. "We begged and paid her to do it because there was no lady. She isn't coming. Please hear us out; it's bigger than you might think." Robbin clung to Steven's shirt, but Steven pushed him away as he disguised himself. "You got to me through a lady? Wonderful. I'm not interested in hearing from you, so please leave." Steven looks down at his shirt. He admires it, and if there was a stain, Robbin would be surprised at what would

Following my gaze, Steven said softly, "I know you love these flowers, so I made sure fresh ones were delivered every day. That way, the first thing you see when you wake up will be something beautiful." I averted my eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. And then, I said, barely above a whisper— "Let’s get a divorce." I didn't even like white roses. Those were Jenny's favorite flowers. Steven didn't even flinch, and he continued trying to placate me. "I know you don't mean it now. I won't have a divorce with you, never in your life. "I didn't know you were pregnant, I'm sorry. We'll have another child in the future, so please let it go."

"I'm not trying to scare you, but I want you to be prepared for whatever may come your way. Because, just like you said, your story with him is different from mine and your dad's." Stefani's throat felt dry. She looked at her painting, depicting a happy couple watching a sunset, but her mood didn't match. Anxiousness filled her heart. "Hey there, divine beauties! How's the artistry going?" Steven made a grand entrance with Jacob, each holding a steaming cup of coffee. Without hesitation, he handed one to Summer. "A warm cup of coffee for the love of my life." "Seriously, Steven? You're getting up there in age. Cut out the teenage act!" Summer blurted out, her cheeks turning a shade of crimso

Steven exclaimed, his face radiant, his eyes sparkling as if he had just found a precious treasure: "Oh my God! I didn't think I had such a beautiful daughter. For the past five years, I've had a recurring dream of seeing you and our children running in a field of tulips. And when I woke up, knowing that it was just a wild dream, my heart ached like a thousand knives. When I saw you, I thought I was hallucinating again until I touched you; I completely believed that you were still alive and present right in front of my eyes." I wrap my arms around Steven's waist, pressing my face against his large warm chest. His scent has always fascinated me. Tears of happiness suddenly flowed to the corne

Serena hurried to Steave’s apartment. The sky had already darkened by the time she stood in front of his door. Her hand trembled as she pressed the doorbell. Once, twice, then the door opened, revealing Paul. “Good evening, Miss Serena,” he greeted calmly. “Mr. Steave has been expecting you.” Serena stepped inside without saying much. Her legs felt weak, and whatever strength she had left had drained away back at the hospital. In the spacious, modern office, Steave sat in his chair wearing a dark gray shirt, staring expressionlessly at his computer screen.

Newman say about leaving behind the real world in favor of a weekend getaway? What step would that be? **** Steven waited in the dark parking lot outside Dr. Lovejoy’s flagship radio station. His head dropped back against the soft, buttery leather as blaring rock music filled the space. He hated this kind of music, it was more noise than talent if you asked him, but he needed to wait until Heath’s show came on before he could make his move. He had no idea what he expected to find in his son’s office, but it had been a piece of cake to swipe the entrance card from the bubbly receptionist he’d spoken to this morning.

“You planned this, remember? Don’t get all possessive now.” Steven’s laugh came out strangled and humorless. “Possessive? I’m not—” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Max, we’re done. Stop it. This isn’t happening.” Max raised a brow, “ Are you getting cold feet, Steven?" He blinked, signaling him to play along. Steven shook his head, looking defeated. “Just… please. Leave him alone.” The please gutted me. Something was definitely wrong, very wrong. Max waved a dismissive hand at him. “He’s drunk. Ignore him.”