Afterlife Stephanie Hudson Novels & Stories

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

She also learned about how each member lost their lives. The mundane Stephanie Johnson succumbed to smallpox, a disease she wouldn’t have acquired if she hadn’t turned into a human back in her teenage years. The eight-month-old baby inside her womb perished along with her. The great hunt hasn’t ended yet during that time, but Stephnie’s death didn’t only make the fort stronger but it also fortified it even further.

Only then did he grit out, "Now that you've had your fill, can you leave now?" Just the thought of Jonathan looking so haggard and wretched in front of Adrian humiliated him to no end. "Jonathan Thorn." Adrian gazed at Jonathan coldly. "Stephanie saved you out of the kindness of her heart. She couldn't bear to watch a human being die before her eyes. Had this happened to someone else, she'd still save them as long as they didn't have bad blood with each other." Jonathan was taken aback at first, but he soon chortled in response.

Guests crowded around, voices blurring. Jake burst through the doors, face white. He scooped Stephanie into his arms. “Hold on! The hospital’s ten minutes away!” Stephanie gripped his shirt, tears streaming. “Don’t let her die. Please.” The car screeched out of the parking lot, Jake’s hand clamped over hers. “Stay with me, Steph. Breathe.” But the pain swallowed her, darkness creeping in. Leon’s phone buzzed as his jet descended. Adriana’s photo loaded—Stephanie, pregnant, alive. His heart stopped. Then came the location tag: Seaside General Hospital. 12 miles ahead.

The moon goddess's laughter rang out as she replied, "Where's the entertainment in such predictability? Perhaps you desire a mate more to your liking, one who seldom disagrees?" "I just grew fond of this one," I replied, feeling oddly content. "I'm good. But does anything matter anymore, now that I'm dead?" It was then that sorrow tore through me. How could existence— even in the afterlife—be bearable without Stephanie? "Don't fret, Brock; your death was but a fleeting moment. Your physical form remains in the mortal world, battered and bloodied. It was precisely at the moment of your expressed dissatisfaction that I allowed you to taste death briefly, thus granting Stephanie a second chance

Every day, she knelt before it, praying desperately for another chance at life. I only laughed at that. The reason she had been reborn in the first place was because she had stolen my opportunity. I had accumulated ten lifetimes' worth of merit and was meant to be reborn into a life of immense wealth and privilege. But Stephanie had cut in line and taken my place, causing my previous life to end in a brutal death. So, this second chance was the heavens' compensation to me. If Stephanie hadn't been so foolish, she could've used the memories of her past life to break free from Lynette and Maxwell and build a future for herself.

Every passing second shredded his nerves. "Please… don't take her away…" That was when he finally understood that the greatest punishment wasn't death, but living on. He had to carry on with endless regret in a world where I no longer existed. After some time, the resuscitation efforts finally stopped. The doctor stepped out and shook his head with regret. "I'm sorry. We did everything we could." In that moment, Salvatore's world collapsed.

Her heart broke at the thought that Keith might harvest the fruits of his trauma later on when he grows up. But that is something she will never allow to happen. "You'll see him later. I promise. I gotta go, baby. I love you." "Okay. I love you too mommy." As she ended the call, her phone vibrated for a second time, revealing a text message from Jayce. "Have you seen the news? Stephanie was found dead in her cell." ---- "Two months after her arrest and while she awaits trial, international model Stephanie White was found dead in her cell. Initial investigation revealed that her body was hanged approximately twenty four hours ago and police are conducting further investigation to rule out pos

This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT***