Wake Me Up Steven Universe Novels & Stories

*** again, Desmond phone light came on and it was a W******p message notification from Steven " are you still alive? " Steven texted in his carefree manner " obviously " Desmond replied him back at this time, Desmond was so angry his hand was shaking as he was typing on his phone seeing Steven was online, he had to put a call straight to him instead Steven was first to speak when the call connected " duck face... I thought you were smart enough to know your foes. what did Kelly larkson want from you this time " Steven nagging voice speak from the phone

Then my thoughts turned to my phone. "You can predict the garbage truck… and even know exactly when the police would come?" I asked. [Of course. I said I can control the phone now. With internet access, I can see every surveillance camera in the world.] "What exactly are you?" I asked again. It paused for three full seconds before more texts appeared. [I don't know what I am. I only know that I gained consciousness half a month ago. Maybe I entered your phone from outside, maybe I emerged from it. Either way, I don't know what I am.]

Steven reached out and grabbed Yonda’s arm, and stopped her. “Avenge me.” He weakly said and then let her leave. Kevin began laughing, hearing the words of Steven. “Revenge? Do you want revenge? You will not die even if the Grim Reaper himself arrives. You are only experiencing a mild panic attack. I will have the paramedics send you to the best hospital and get you back on your feet. You have to witness the demise of the Ross family taken from your control and answer to all your crimes.” Steven’s phone then ran and lifted his phone to see the caller. Steven answered the call on speaker.

That maybe there was still a place for me in his world. But that part felt small now. Too small compared to the truth sitting calmly in my mind. There was a slight movement from Steven’s chair. His breathing changed, his shoulders shifted. He was waking. I didn’t look right away. I let my thoughts move slowly, as though moving too quickly might make everything hurt again. Steven blinked, then lifted his head. His still-groggy eyes searched the bed—and when he realized mine were already open, his whole body tensed. “Em?” His voice was rough, like someone who’d woken too fast. “You’re… awake?”

"Amanda and I went to get these young coconuts. By the way, are you hungry?" "Don't worry about us. We had our coffee," “Oh okay. I'll just wake up Steven," I went up to our room only to find out that Steven was still asleep. I just shook my head and went into the bathroom to wash. I'm sweaty so I have to take a shower first. I'll make buko salad later. After taking a shower, I went to Steven to wake him up. "Babe, wake up" He just growled and hid under the blanket. I smiled at what he did. Why is he acting like a kid?

Not until I know he’s really okay. Stevie fell asleep in the chair across from me, her head tilted awkwardly against the wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She refused to leave too. I glance back at Bill. His face is pale, too still, but he’s here. He’s alive. I reach for his hand, brushing my fingers against his, grounding myself in the warmth of his skin. “Hey,” I whisper, barely a sound. “I need you to wake up now, okay?” Nothing.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine, as exhaustions cruel hand brushes over my eyes and sends me into a deep sleep. When I come to, I’m in a warm comfy bed dressed in an oversized T-shirt that smells just like Lorenzo. “Good morning dear, or more like afternoon.” Miss Williams, warm kind smile greets me. “Steven, brought you here, at the crack of dawn. Your dress was all ripped and looked like a rag covering your poor bruised body. So I help Steven get you into one of Masters T-shirts. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but.” She opens the curtain so that the sun can filled the room with it's warm light. “What happened to you?”

His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

He is doing all these things for her only, for them, for their future only. He needs to wake up the supernatural soon, train them and than attack the humans to gain control over the earth again. He can do this alone without anyone's help but he need to wake the supernatural from their sleep, after all he is their King and he can't ignore them. They need to be awaken soon, to be free like before. "Baby, I would love to spend the night with you but I can't." He whispered. And just like that the hope in her eyes was lost, gone like it never existed in the first place.