Novel & Cerita Wake Me Up Steven Universe

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

Logan I made my way to the vending machine and decided on getting a black coffee to wake myself up. I took a few sips before placing it down, my hands against the vending machine as I yawned and tried maintaining awake. "Hey man. You alright?" Steven asked, startling me. He hit my back lightly making the coffee spill a little on top of the machine. I sighed rubbing my chin. "Yeah. I'm fine. Where were you? I thought you had gone home?" I asked him, turning my body and leaning against the machine with arms and legs crossed over.

“Steven, wake up.” Marie said, shaking him awake. “ Steven! Wake up!” Steven’s eyelids fluttered as she struggled to pull himself off. He had just begun to hit that spot where the sleep was the sweetest, not to mention he has been dreaming about doing things with Marie that he couldn't wait to do. “Steven!” She screamed and all thoughts of pleasure vanished from his mind. “What?” He asked, wondering why there was such a ruckus. “There are policemen at the front door.”

His voice is serious. “Precisely…” Alpha Lachlan stood up. “We need to get out. But, first, let's try to wake up Beta Mellow.” “Right, but I can hear it already…” Maridelle's voice is soaked in a mixture of worry and fear.

now it's like she's my girlfriend, "Vance can you hear me?" "Yes," I replied while still closing my eyes. "Then get up." "I need five minutes-" "You're there for five minutes? That's not true, you're not just going to do five minutes-" "Please Wena just give me five minutes." "Okay go ahead, i'ts up to you," I felt Wena stand up, "Hey Steven can you please wake him up after four minutes? I need to go," I heard her say. I smiled. That's not true! Don't use Steven's name! You can't fool me Wena just to wake me up right away.

“Thank God, you are okay!” He doesn’t leave my eyes, though. It feels like he wants to tell me something. But we have to tell him what is important, too. That we have to wake up now. Steven joins them. “Man! We thought you are dead!” He says as he pulls the man in front of us to an embrace.

The sound echoed, resonating off the walls with each punch to the bag. THUD. THUD. THUD. Steven stood before me, wearing a knowing smile. “Good afternoon, Alpha.” “What’s so lovely about this afternoon?” I muttered, my irritation evident as I punched the bag again. He chuckled, the sound light in the tension-laden air. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” “Steven,” I warned, my tone a clear sign to tread lightly. I knew I had been snapping way too much, but I cannot help it anymore.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

Someone help me, someone save me. At the point were I thought I would snap to death and the woman was turning to bare her face to me, I woke up heaving like a deer that was panting for the water side and sweating like I had been locked up in this prison for days, that was when I was certain that I was only having a nightmare though it felt real.

As the recently chosen Protector, I knew I had to show power and unity, even though I had doubts inside. Just as I was about to call the meeting to order, Asher's team returned. They are half-carried, half-dragged a wild-eyed werewolf between them. “We caught him near the border,” Asher reported. “He keeps babbling about something called 'the awakening.'” The captured werewolf's eyes rolled wildly, focusing on nothing. “It comes,” he muttered, his voice raspy and strained. “The awakening… the old powers… returning…” Then he collapsed, unconscious.