Afterlife Stephanie Hudson Novels & Stories

She rebelled, wanting to escape, but I held her tightly from behind and still moved to pump her until her body trembled again, feeling an orgasm several times. "Just enjoy, dear. Isn't this the first time for you?" I got an amazing jackpot. My stepmother is still a virgin. She is very narrow and delicious. Her body was so fragrant and smooth. I am very greedy to feel every inch of her that is so natural and innocent. She was sweating, I kissed her neck and squeezed her round and springy breasts right in the grasp of my hand. She was very good at caring for her body, which was so charming.

"Do you think you're special or untouchable? I could have any young, beautiful woman I want, and you actually think I'd pick you? Get real." Blood poured between her legs, and a sickly stench filled the room. Mom covered her nose. "Some people are nothing but trouble, and even in death, they leave chaos behind." Stephanie's eyes widened in fear. "Mrs. Quinton, please help me." She clutched her stomach in agony as a steady flow of foul-smelling blood ran between her legs. I couldn't help wondering if the moment she put on those earrings, the child inside her had already died.

It was a reckoning, a chance to face the blood and betrayal I had left buried in the soil I still called home. And I would make sure I did just that. I’d run away from this city to escape the memory, but now, I was done running. I was done trying to bury images I couldn’t shake out of my mind. Before I left the life of blood and gore, I would make sure I got back my pound of flesh. After that, Miguel and I would enjoy our happily ever after. I made my way down the stairs. The scent of jasmine from the courtyard lingered like something half-forgotten.

Stephanie noticed my silence and immediately softened her tone, like she realised screaming would not work on me anymore. “Kendrick,” she said gently, “listen to me carefully.” I didn’t respond but she continued anyway. “Nilah is unconscious right now. She still doesn’t know the babies died.” Stephanie looked down at the child in her arms before speaking the next words carefully. “We can fix this.” A horrible feeling formed inside my stomach. “No,” I said immediately. “No.” But Stephanie kept talking. “We will give her Alex.” It felt like my breathing stilled.

After that, he used Instant Teleportation and escaped far away. Seconds after he left, three people rushed over as fast as lightning. They were the companions of the dead woman. They seemed to have some sort of special connection. “Alyssa’s dead. Her soul has shattered!” “Why would something like this happen? Alyssa Huffman is the best prodigy of the Horizon clan in 100 millennials! Yet she died here? The clan is going to go mad for this!” “The Huffmans would definitely look into her death. They might interrogate us and her fiance too. Oh god, this is too troublesome…”

Stephanie Williamson Born: January 5, 1992 Death: September 20, 2020 Leandra Dion Born: March 7, 1991 Death: September 20, 2020 "Hey, sister. This is Amber, my soon to be wife. Your new sister-in-law," Stephen began. Amber was just listening to him, not knowing what to say, and even more not knowing how to feel. "And to you, my love. I'm sorry if I need to let you go. I met her and I know you will like her for me," said Stephen at Leandra's grave.

Stephanie said. "So what do you want me to help you do?" Angela asked. "Angela please help me get my corpse back from Grunga... My whole body is on fire,,, she applies a deadly oil all over my corpse to keep my ghost uncomfortable and she had caged a whole lot of people with her wickedness" Stephanie begged. "Don't worry Steph but how?" Angela asked anxiously. "I will make you understand" She said. ****************** Mrs Houston yawned tiredly as she walked into her room.

It had to be. Meanwhile, across town, Alpha Harrison—my studio's biggest and most important client—was having a very different conversation with Ethan. Alpha Harrison sat in the leather chair across from Ethan's desk, his weathered face drawn with concern. "Alpha Blackthorne, I came as soon as I got your message," he said gravely. "I'm very sorry for your loss." "It's just..." he paused, struggling with the words. "How could Ms. Blackwood have passed so suddenly? She seemed so strong when I saw her last month."

He most enjoyed the feeling of controlling me, after all. "Elijah, did you know? Five years ago... I was pregnant with your baby," I said calmly. "You're lying again." I laughed bitterly and spoke in a gentle tone I hadn't used in ages. "I knew you'd say that, so I prepared everything. I hope that after I die, you'll receive those things and still be able to live happily ever after with Abigail." At that moment, the system's voice rang in my head. "Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back."

Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped next to Katrina Cobb. I witnessed how that once vibrant and bright young woman eventually turned into a cripple. She was hunched over, rummaging through a pile of rotting garbage. I floated above her head, looking at her messy, straw-like hair, my heart aching for her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. "Trina, please, stop picking at the trash. Your hands are all cut…"