Caraval Stephanie Garber Novels & Stories

But when I try to stand Alpha Caleb's girlfriend, Stephanie comes around the corner in time to kick my hands out from underneath me causing me to face plant again and laughs. Ugh. That high pitched nasal laugh makes me want to rip my ears off. I have no idea how Caleb puts up with it all the time. She's dressed in a highlighter pink strapless dress that ends at her mid thigh and a red sweater with 5 inch silver heels. Her face is plastered in such thick makeup, I can't help but cringe. She looks like Barbie after a drunken night on the town. Yikes. She's probably over six feet tall, with model legs, long blonde hair, and honey brown eyes. Stephanie could be pretty if she didn't try so hard.

She finally saw a cab and got in she decided to go to the exhibition and makeup with her boyfriend she loves him alot she can't allow their love to break just like that. Audrey already arrived almost two hours ago but he didn't step out of his car. He was deep in thought about what Stephanie was thinking about going out with Marcel. He was so furious that he hit his hand on the glass and got injured. He didn't mind the blood coming out, he was more furious with what Stephanie did. When a call from ivana came he saw the phone ringing and didn't pick the call he suddenly decided to go inside he had nothing to lose since Stephanie had already made her choice he immediately cleaned his hand and

he says to Natalie. “Ohh, I can’t wait to meet them. Isaac has told me so much about the strength and power of the white wolves,” she says. “They’re also both wonderful women. I hope you enjoy your stay,” Stephanie says, as another car makes its way down the path. Stephanie has already contacted warriors and omegas to get their bags and offer them refreshments, so it’s easy to disengage from them and prepare for the next guests who are arriving. “Who is this?” Stephanie asks.

Nothing changed even if I was reborn. I swallowed hard, forcing down the fury swelling in my throat. Anger burned hottest, so fierce it threatened to spill over as tears. My gaze swept the gilded hallway, the opulence now a cruel joke. Kellan Moreaux had insisted we marry here, at the historic Carlisle Hotel. "A love as timeless as these walls," he’d said. Had he been laughing at me the whole time? Our love was timeless—yet he dared betray me on our wedding day? I swiped at my cheeks, smearing away the tears. No. I wouldn’t cry over a man like him.

Before my own car left in which Tanna was also sitting beside me, one of the valets gave me a piece of paper. "Ma'am this is from Mr Garba" he said and gave me a card. "What's that?" Tanna asked. I opened it and smiled "aww it's a note" "Aww. Read it out" she said. So curious for gossip. I giggled. "To my Angel Wife,

Stephanie’s pov I paced back and forth in my bedroom, my hands clammy and my thoughts spinning like a storm. Barve was a liability. The commissioner had everything she needed to bring me down: the photos, the evidence, and Barve’s loose tongue. He was weak under pressure, and I couldn’t afford weakness now. Picking up my phone, I hesitated for only a moment before dialing my spy. It rang twice before he answered. “Ma’am,” his gruff voice came through.

Avalynn's knuckles turned white as she tightened her hold on her champagne flute. Stephanie began to make her way through the throng while keeping her gaze on Avalynn. Avalynn's breath caught as she got closer, her mind racing. Stephanie stopped in front of Avalynn, appearing surprisingly composed. With a sarcastic tone, she replied, "Well, if it isn't the bride." "How are you enjoying the gala?" Avalynn's gaze became stern. "I was having fun until you arrived. Stephanie, why have you come here? You are unwanted.

"Come in." As the door slid open, a vision of loveliness entered the room, her golden blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence, and her full lips curved into a subtle smile as she took in the scene before her. Despite her youthful appearance, this was no innocent ingénue - this was Stephanie, the Blood Axe family's most skilled and deadly spy and detective. Her beauty was a weapon, a tool she wielded with precision and grace, able to charm and disarm even the most hardened criminals.

Chapter Eighty Four: Stephanie's Dilemma Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed and stared into her reflection in the mirror in front of her. Poor light from the nightstand shade cast shades across her features, accentuating the worry already etched on them. Her emerald gown, which had been in neat array in the closet, chided her, reminding her of the gala tonight that was now over. And she had played her part faultlessly, smiling and laughing alongside Noah, but not any longer-not good enough, at least, for her.

Emma stood in front of the mirror, staring at the woman reflected back at her. The white wedding gown fit perfectly. Its delicate lace shimmered under the morning light, and the long veil cascaded gracefully behind her. She looked like every bride’s dream. Yet her eyes told a different story. There was no excitement. No happiness. Only fear. A knock came at the door. Before Emma could answer, Vivian walked in with Sophia. Sophia was dressed in an elegant champagne-colored designer gown, looking more like the bride than Emma. She circled Emma slowly before smirking.