Afterlife Stephanie Hudson Novels & Stories

Instinctively recollecting all the harsh treatment she had suffered in the hands of Hailey, she stepped into the room with her heels interrupting Hailey's thought. The latter lifted her head and her countenance naturally turned dark upon seeing her but she said nothing. Stephanie was dressed in an exquisite and quite expensive high low gown that was yellow in color adding warmness and brightness to her.She stopped by the foot of the bed,and stared down at the frail Hailey Collins. "Sad, " she smirked "Who would think the once high and might Hailey Collins would be beneath me today?" "I know you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure but when are you going to die?" she bluntly said "For

“Oh… that. Well, Adrian is a hybrid, like Hunter. Since he’s half-Undead, he needs to drink blood in his early years to control his bloodlust. Whenever Hunter isn’t here to feed our son, mom helps out by giving him her blood.” “Oh wow…” I breathe out. “Yeah. I was surprised at first, but thankfully we have mom to help us. She knows a lot, especially when it comes to hybrids since she gave birth to one herself. I don’t know if we could manage everything without her…” “And Stephanie? Is she a hybrid too?” “No. She’s a werewolf.” Skye smiles at her daughter adoringly, gently stroking her head as the little bundle of joy babbles happily. I can’t help but smile as Stephanie gives me a toothless g

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.

~Serena~ Crimson liquid swirled towards the drain, a contrast to the pearl white shower floor at Spade’s apartment. I don’t know how I got here, but I know where I’ve been. Alister is dead, for real now, and he can’t come back from the dead anymore, but the bastard didn’t leave without ripping my heart into pieces. My daughter is alive. Was it really just a plot? Alister would spit out any lies just to save his skin.

I said calmly. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she walked in, her steps were composed like she owned the space she stepped into. Darius left my office immediately. Stephanie stopped a few feet from the desk. “I heard things have changed,” she said lightly and my gaze shifted to her. “You’ve been hearing a lot lately.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I make it my business too.” Of course she did, Stephanie Vale didn’t survive in Moonfall by being uninformed.

"Hello? Mr. Godfrey, it's Stephanie. Everything's sorted out. Let's set up a meeting. Perfect, I'll be awaiting your update." Ending the call, she checked her reflection in the mirror and smoothed her hair, feeling accomplished. As soon as Willow was out of the picture, Sonia stepped in. Stephanie held a dim view of the women around Quentin. She saw them solely as assets for generating profit at Strand Real Estate. Suddenly, Stephanie's phone buzzed. The caller ID clearly read "Hailey Godfrey". Stephanie's brow furrowed slightly. Previously, Hailey had called her to ask about Willow. Although Hailey and her family moved abroad early on, she and Stephanie were once in the same piano class dur

There are no stars in the sky, and the cicadas are off in the distance playing their mating songs. A throat clears in front of us, stirring us from our reverie. Kell and I break apart and gaze at a chagrined-looking Azazel. “Sorry to interrupt such a touching moment, but I believe our quarry is about to walk this way.” He points to an area near the library where a slight figure is making its way in our direction. Surprised, Kell and I search for the girl. “Is that her?” Kell asks. Azazel quirks a brow and shrugs. “She fits the picture in the file. Bree Hudson, twenty-three years old and a nursing student at Cal State. Has a younger sister named Lana Hudson? Shall I go on?”

“Jesus. Fine.” He stepped back toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath about needing coffee. Evelyn barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floating blue interface only she could see. 3.7% survival probability. The number sat there calmly. Clinical. Unemotional. As if Evelyn's death were already calculated. A cold knot tightened low in her stomach. In her first life, she and Damian survived almost eight months before the alleyway. Eight months of starvation, infection zones, freezing nights, and watching people become animals.

After a while she didn’t have the strength to curse, and only her lips moved. After a while more, even her lips stopped. I had someone describe how she looked at the end to Caelum. He didn’t react. But that same night, he killed himself in the Pit of Lightning. I don’t know how he tricked the guards. He pulled his divine soul out of his body, and without the soul, the body is an empty shell. He left a blood letter. The writing was shaky, some places were smeared, and you could see it had been carved with his nails.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...