Steven Universe Strawberry Fields Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

I said and handed the fish to Divine. "Are you sure?" I nodded and left. I saw Steven and his friends on the side, they were already sitting in a circle while there’s a wine in the middle. If you look at them, they just hanging around the corner like a beggar, you wouldn't think that each of them is earning millions a month. Philip saw me so he called Steven. I saw him stand up and say goodbye to his friends then run towards me. "Where are you going?" Steven asked.

Steve quipped dryly as Lexi gaped at him. "Oh, developed a sense of humor have you now? Nice. Salty. It suits you." Lexi snapped sarcastically, fully aware of her father's amusement at their exchange. "Behave you two. You only have to stomach each other's company for a few minutes. Steven, if you would be so kind..." Lord Brarthroroz said as he gestured to the swirling masses of color. Steven wasted no time in approaching one of the gate-like structures and stood in front of it for a second or two before the colors stabilized and became an almost insipid sort of grey. He looked back over his shoulder at Lexi and her father and nodded.

That afternoon, Bianca's urgency to find a delicious bite for her children drove her into an unusual rush. Without paying much attention, she bumped into a figure, and her purchases flew into the air. She looked up, ready to apologize, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing in front of her with a curious look was Steven—unmistakable, yet transformed. She hadn't seen him in years. Stubble gave him a mature air, a seriousness that only time can carve.

“How are you, and how’s the baby?” “As you can see,” I said lightly. “We’re doing okay.” “I’m glad.” The server came over. Without looking at the menu, Steven said, “Strawberry milkshake for her. Americano for me.” “You still remember,” I said with a small laugh. “Of course,” he replied easily. “You always said strawberry milkshake was your favorite. I couldn’t forget that.” I laughed, genuinely this time. Not long after, our drinks arrived. After a bit of light conversation, Steven glanced around, then leaned forward slightly.

“Summer, don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to that nonsense.” Evan said flatly, “Accept reality. He is never coming back.” Dora stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with him? Summer’s face grew paler and paler, until it almost seemed translucent. Her eyes filled with fear and helpless disbelief. “No… no,” she whispered. “He’s not dead. He’s here. He’s always been here. Steven… Steven…” Her voice broke, and then she started crying uncontrollably. “I want to find Steven,” she sobbed. “I want to find him.”

★★★ “Stefen,” a female voice called Stefen from behind when he was smoking outside of a bar after ending the life of that doctor. He wanted to run back to Jessica's house to see if she had returned, but a sudden impulse to smoke caused him to pull over. When he turned around, he saw Moon Waver with her pals, and the bags in their hands displayed that they were on their way home after shopping. Stefen did not let go of the cigarette, and neither he revealed any sort of smile at Moon who excitedly walked up to him along with her friends.