Bgc 11 Stephanie Novels & Stories

Lily couldn't stop the smile approaching her lips as she went back to eating her food. After they finished eating breakfast, a light knock came from the door and Stephanie walked in. She wore a thick red and black sweater with gold 'Merry Christmas' letters written across the front. She had shaved her head completely, small gold hoops dangled from her ears. She closed the door behind herself, holding a black leather bag. "Stephanie, you look amazing." Lily complimented the She-Wolf. She inclined her head, a faint smile on her lips before looking around the room at the extra audience.

It didn't work out for me. "Do you need something Stephanie?" I asked, sitting down and opening my laptop. She pushed her red ponytail off her shoulder and shifted her weight. "Yeah, a few of us are going—," "No, I'm busy." Tell her, so she'll back off. She sighed, letting her gaze travel along my desk. "You look swamped. Did you have any luck hiring someone? You need the help." "I hired Blaire Summers. She starts tomorrow." "Oh," Stephanie said. "Is she human?"

Spencer said heading upstairs. The next morning, Stephanie had to wake up 7am, shortest sleep she'd ever slept(does that make sense). She did all her morning routine, brushed her teeth, took her bath, brushed her hair and packed it up in a messy buns, she tried looking professional. She wore a Grey pencil skirt that length just above her thighs and a black top, with a long sleeve, she tucked the top in, hoping it would be much more presentable,it was hugging her curves, sexier than she was expecting, maybe dressing professional was her thing, she grin. This was her first time going to an office, well going to work there so she tried looking her best, not being the type who really wears heels

I chucked on some grey joggers not wanting to go out in just my towel. ‘He’s in the shower, will you stop!’ Stephanie cried, I had enough I barged through the hallway coming to the lounge seeing Tara smacking Stephanie on the arm, she was using her body to shield her face from Tara’s acrylic nails, those things could really do some damage. Stephanie was dressed in one of my shirts, I could tell she had put it on quickly probably hearing a noise. One side of the collar hung down over her shoulder a few of the buttons done up disjointedly. My dark blue shirt came to her mid-thigh hanging down off of her lush curves, she was so fucking enticing. She could probably wear a potato sack I would sti

He quickly asked back, gazing at us almost amused, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hey! We are not thiefs! We are just two simple girls, searching for a job and a place to stay, that’s all,” Kara explained, frowning at him, “And, as in for the resumee, wait just a sec. I’ll be right back.” She briefly spoke, then turned around and bolted outside the office, probably going back to our car. God knows what struck her mind...I mentally shook my head while still standing in there, in the middle of the office, while the fancy dressed guy was staring at me like I was dinner.

LANEY "I can't believe you are officially twenty one we going to get shit faced tonight "my friend Alison says "bitch I can't wait I even want to get laid "so you climbing that chocolate mountain tonight ?"she asks wiggling her brows I smile "yes we have been going out for two months already I need it " she laughs while I put on the final touch ups on my make up. A knock comes at my bedroom door "come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure.

Lucas and I got to the hotel penthouse an hour later. Stephanie, Matteo and two other of my men were back from their own scouting. Stephanie was one of my rose velvet girls, a brown head girl with a pixie cut. She had been working undercover for me, trying to steal some relevant information from one of my Rivals. When she found out what happened, she came rushing to our hotel room to offer assistance. "You're back," Stephanie stood up. "I am," "How did it go?" she asked. "Not good. Another dead end. You?"

Walter walked into Abigail's office with a suitcase that unmistakably belonged to Stephanie. Abigail's lawyer. "How's my favorite client doing." Stephanie sauntered in wearing her signature bright coloured suit. She was wearing a Yellow suit this time and somehow still managed to look good in it. Her red curls were packed in a low ponytail. "Hey Stephanie!" "Now tell me, what have you done now?" "What's that supposed to mean?"Abigail protested. Stephanie was one of the handful of people Abigail loved and respected.

Niccola Fairchild “I know a lot is happening, but we don’t have much time,” Steph says, and I nod. I know she is right, we have been slacking, well, I have been slacking at work, and she has taken everything. She has been having all the meetings with possible clients, arranging everything we will need for Jasmin’s birthday party extravaganza.

She settled beside the fire, the flames casting odd shadows on her face, making her look older and wiser than usual. “You’re nothing like him, you know.” I looked up at her, confused. “Like who?” “Gregory.” Her voice carried a strange softness I didn’t expect. “He’s hot-tempered, acts before thinking and regrets his actions later” I scoffed, gently pressing the cold pack to my eye. “Tell me something I don’t know.” “But you,” she continued, ignoring the sarcasm, “you’re his opposite. Controlled, focused and dangerous but only when you have to be. That kind of power is rare, Stephanie’s lucky.”