Novel & Cerita What Gemstone Are You Steven Universe

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

he smiles and reaches into the pocket of his black leather jacket. He pulls out a velvet black jewellery box, and he opens it, looking up at me. In the box, there is a silver necklace, in the middle of which there is a pendant; a gemstone in the shape of a small bright blue heart. I gasp and take it in my hand. "I thought it would look good on you because it's the same colour of your eyes. It's blue topaz." I look up at him. "This is a real gemstone?" He nods. "I couldn't just bring you plastic or glass, could I?"

"The results are clear. Ms. Stevens, you've lost this round." Andrew remained composed, his tone calm but sharp. "These gems are both treasures, but even without ranking them, my red spinel is larger than your green tourmaline. Do you have anything else to say?"

“The most temperamental stone on the planet.” Jenny gasped. “Wait, the electric-blue one?” “Yes,” I said tightly. “The one that fractures under high heat and changes color if you so much as look at it wrong.” Grace let out a low whistle. “They’re giving us a gemstone that’s basically a ticking bomb.” “Great,” Gideon muttered. “Because what we really needed this year was a metaphor for emotional instability.” I shot him a glare. He winked. Ryan skimmed the letter, then looked up, meeting my eyes.

Athena Blackstone pov Changing back to my normal clothing, I passed by the full-length mirror and caught my reflection. I stopped mid-step and turned to look more closely at the necklace around my neck. Lifting my fingers to it, I creased my brow, studying the stone. “Huh, that's odd, “ I muttered. Seeing the heart-shaped stone giving off iridescent colors when I had always thought it was a diamond but this certainly wasn't a diamond. “It's a Rainbow Moonstone, the Moon Goddess’s Stone. She must have altered the necklace,” Bria informed me.

She pressed her hand more firmly against his shoulder and gave a slight shake of her head. The gavel dropped. “Sold!” A final murmur ran through the room as the paddle holder in the far left corner celebrated his win. The old man let out a long breath, then looked at Serena with somber eyes. “You’d better be right about this.” “I am,” Serena said calmly, her eyes drifting back to the raw gemstone now being carted off the stage. She could see it all. Somehow, ever since her rebirth, Serena had been able to see straight through the outer crust of gemstones. The internal structure—fractures, inclusions, clouding, even the way light might behave after cutting—appeared in her mind with uncanny pr

But Steven just laughed. He brought Clara back to stand in front of him and gripped her arm tightly, causing her pain. “Listen to me Kitten, I forgive you tonight for not wearing the lingerie I gave you in the damn closet, but not tomorrow night, and one more thing, if you ask for a job? So this is your job, serve me for the rest of your life," Steven said and his eyes which were originally black turned into emerald green, shining and very beautiful, as if hypnotizing Clara in front of him.

All of the rings are still made of gold. Regardless, Stevens beauty really strikes me there. He has honey gold hair, unlike his brothers. It’s swept back off from his face except for a single curl that bounces in front of his right eye. His eyes are this hazy blue-green just like his brothers. His veer more towards green on the outside. His nose is straight and gently. He’s all the soft parts of his harsh older brothers, a delicate mash of Neil and the twins. His limbs are more lean than the twin’s and longer than Neil’s. His body looks delicate like it could snap. He’s a poetic looking man and I find myself staring in that moment.