Steven Universe Strawberry Fields Novels & Stories

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.

And now here we were. The late morning sun spilled across the training field, warm and soft. I sat under the shaded canopy with my laptop open on the table in front of me, going through some office files that couldn’t wait. Steven, on the other hand, was everywhere—running, laughing, tumbling across the grass like a miniature hurricane in sneakers. Peter had graciously offered to keep him company, and the poor man was already drenched in sweat. Every few minutes, Steven would glance back at me with that impossibly bright smile of his and wave both hands in the air like he was signaling an airplane.

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.

Serena’s POV Stevie’s apartment smells like fresh paint and coffee, an oddly comforting combination that suits her. The space is small, cluttered with photography equipment and stacks of unopened baby gear, but it feels like her. It’s messy and lived-in, nothing like Calvin’s sterile penthouse. I knock once before stepping inside, balancing a ridiculously oversized gift bag in one hand and a tray of iced lattes in the other. “Stevie? You home?”

“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.”

“If you hadn’t come when you did…” Steven chuckled as he took off at a slow jog down the mountain. He was happy to have Mr. Kennedy back and safe and couldn’t wait to take the news back to the ranch. He was careful to periodically leave marks on trees for when he returned, just in case it was dark and he needed help finding his way back to them. ****

Steven answered without hesitation. Steven coldly stared at him and said sharply, "If you're trying to convince me to give up, you can shut up now. The last thing I want to hear is that." Stifled by the retort, Ethan watched Steven's retreating figure and could only say, "Can't I even persuade you not to? Where are you going?" In the hall, soothing and melodic jazz music played, surrounded by cheerful conversations, clinking glasses, and the aroma of wine. The lively atmosphere engulfed everyone.

Sebastian’s POV “What is this?” Sebastian asked as he left Hannah and Liam’s old room. Alpha Steven was waiting for him in the living room, staring at the picture Sebastian was holding in his hands. There was a moment of confusion that crossed his face. “I don’t know,” he answered. “A picture. It must have belonged to Hannah and Liam.” “It says that it was their little paradise. Do you know what that means?” Sebastian demanded to know. Steven shook his head, but then he thought about it for a moment.

Have a wonderful day. I stared at the message for a long moment. A wave of guilt swept through me. Two men. Both expecting something from me. And me, too confused to choose one or push one away. — Steven asked to meet at a public garden later that afternoon. When I arrived, the place was empty. No visitors. No workers. No children playing. “Where is everyone?” I asked. “I bought out the garden for today,” he said casually as he walked toward me. “I did not want photographers following us.”

After that, Anna would occasionally see Kim appear in the Five Roses bar as a substitute bartender for those who could not be on duty. “Honey, the table in the corner. This is yours~” Kim placed on Anna’s tray a strawberry cocktail, the light pink color in the glass darkening from the bottom to the rim. On the side of the glass, there is also half a red berry, which looks very delicious. Anna looked at the cocktail in fascination. She did not regret praising Kim. “Miss Kim, this strawberry cocktail is beautiful. Your skills seem to be getting better and better!” Kim heard Anna’s compliment, and she laughed haha, hands patting her enormous chest.