Afterlife Stephanie Hudson Novels & Stories

"Diaaaaary! Nagulat ako ng makita si Hunter sa hospital. Hindi ko naisip na dadalawin n'ya 'ko. Bigla n'ya pa akong niyakap na halatang nag-aalala s'ya sa'kin. Si tita naman kilig na kilig ng makitang magkayakap kami. Pero talaga namang nakakakilig ang mga sandaling 'yon." "Alam mo bang kanina lang din ay nakahawak na ako ng paru-paro for the first time. Binigyan ako ni Hunter. Kaso medyo malungkot ang naging usapan namin. Alam mo bang hindi man namin direktang pinag-usapan ang about sa pag-alis ko pero alam kong malulungkot s'ya na mawala ako. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang sinseridad n'ya kapag nag-uusap kami. Walang halong kaplastikan. Alam mo ba, ngayon ko lang mas lalong narealized na ayoko pa

“Worst case scenario? We sit here until we see someone who matches her photo.” “That could take all day.” Brayden opened a pack of chips and held it toward me. With nothing better to do, it reached into the bag. I had barely swallowed the first chip when I saw the Room 12 unit creak open. A girl stepped out wearing an oversized hoodie and cargo pants, holding a small trash bag. The hood of her hoodie was pushed down so her face was visible – Stephanie. We watched wordlessly as she walked briskly to the dumpster at the corner of the lot, tossed the bag in, and then turned to head back inside her room.

The fantasy was so vivid I could almost smell her skin, feel the warmth of her curves pressing against me. My strokes turned rough and desperate. Veins stood out on my forearm as I worked myself harder, chasing the release I knew I shouldn’t want. Guilt twisted in my gut even as pleasure built like fire in my spine. She was nineteen, she was my stepdaughter. I was supposed to take care of her, not crave her like this. But God, I did crave her.

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

“You might be able to explain it if there was only one death, but how many lives has it been now? Do you even remember? You only pick the ones closest to you. You’re more ruthless than I was.” “No!” Stephen said in despair, “I never intended this!” “You didn’t want to cause their death, but you didn’t want to change either. You chose to let these tragedies happen.” Howard from Seaside City also walked out from the mist. “No.” Stephen slumped on the ground, shaking his head repeatedly. “You even killed your childhood sweetheart. Who’s next? Your wife, Rachel, or your father, Simon?” Brandon from North Hill City sneered. Breaking down, Stephen yelled, “Stop talking!”

With that, he pulled out a knife and walked toward me with a savage grin. “Mr. Sutton, why can’t you be sensible and leave Ms. Lyon sooner? “She has already slept with me. She belongs to me, body and soul. I’m younger than you and in better shape. How can you possibly compete with me?” The knife plunged viciously into my abdomen. Tears streamed down my face from the pain, and I screamed for Sienna. However, Matt just smiled at me. Then, he used the knife to cut the ropes binding my limbs and threw them out the window, before turning the blade on himself.

I couldn't. “Zara!” His voice broke through the buzzing but I could feel my hold on consciousness begin to slip. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. Kyren rushed forward with a heavy blanket in his hands and tried to wrap me with it. “Zara! Zara!” It didn't sound like Stephan calling me anymore. It sounded like the Afterlife summoning me home and I gave in to it's call. **Stephan** Just like there were five stages of grief, I began to assume there were five stages of shock.

It was Catherine, Blair, and Chloe. “Isabella!” Chloe rushed over immediately, helping me up and patting my back. “Are you okay?” “I’m still alive,” I rasped. Catherine pressed a pair of scissors to the Godfather’s neck, only relaxing once she was certain he was completely unconscious. “We arrived just in time.”

I snarled, my voice hoarse. Stephanie tilted her head, pretending to consider my words before laughing again. “I don’t think so,” she said smoothly. “Because you, Diane, are already dead. We’re just planning the execution.” My breathing was ragged, my vision swimming, but I forced myself to hold her gaze. “You think you’ve won?” I spat. “You don’t know what’s coming for you.” Stephanie smirked. “Oh, I do. But you won’t be around to see it.”