Full House: Stephanie Book Series の小説・ストーリー

“You walked out here knowing I was home. You wanted me to see.” I open my mouth to deny it, but the words die when the towel finally gives way. It slips down my body in one slow cascade and pools at my feet. I am completely naked in the hallway of the house his father left us. My full breasts feel heavy under his gaze. The soft curve of my stomach, the neat triangle of dark hair between my thighs, the way my thighs press together as wetness gathers there, all of it is on display for the stepson who has hated me for years. Julian’s chest rises and falls harder. The front of his sweatpants tents sharply. I cannot stop staring at the thick outline of his cock. My mouth goes dry. My clit throbs

The party had stretched longer than it should have, and every glass after the fourth had stopped tasting like anything at all. I rubbed a hand over my face and pushed the front door open. Carefully. Very carefully. If Claire heard me stumbling in at this hour, there would be questions. And Claire asked questions the way prosecutors built cases. I slipped inside, easing the door shut behind me without letting the lock click too loud. The foyer lights were dim, the house half-asleep. I loosened my collar slightly, trying to breathe and then I stopped. Gianna. She was halfway down the staircase.

For the next few days, I am going to be a gracious hostess and a welcoming stepmother. I’m not quite prepared for what hits me when I step out of the kitchen and peep into the hall. Because standing in my entrance hall, in dark jeans and a fitted black sweater, holding a leather duffel bag and smiling at my stepson, is possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest.

As you have realized, I paused on it for a few times because there was just so much going on in my life. The good news is, everything is settled, and I am at my happiest, healthiest self. And you know what that means right? A happy author means banging stories (hihihi). Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this wild ride, and I hope to see more of you in all my stories. I have mentioned on the official page that there are two books scheduled for April 1st, and all I can say is hold on tight, it is going to get really bloody.

“I don’t think Halloway’s sister is dead.” His face becomes shuttered and he immediately lets go of me. “What are you talking about, Mira? Are you sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine!” I screech. “I’m perfectly fine! And I’m telling you that Hayley Stephens is not dead. That bitch is very much alive and I can prove it.” THE END…? *** My dear, beautiful readers. Thank you so much for reading this far. This author is eternally grateful. This, however, marks the end of book three in this series.

“Leave this pack. Disappear. Give up my precious Luna title. What would you do, Alpha?” He turned to me fast. His eyes were blades. “I’ll hurt your mother.” It hit me like a whip. I stepped back. “What?” “Yeah. She’s my stepmother. You know that. If you walk away from your role, if you run from your responsibility. I won’t hesitate to strike where it hurts most.” I laughed. Cold. Hollow. My voice echoed in our quiet room. “So low,” I muttered. “Then what if I take my mom with me? Sneak her out. Leave no trace.”

“But it has to be small. I don’t want anyone going overboard on our account.” Amelia’s squeal could have brought down an avalanche. She was already listing food off on her fingers when a new voice cut in from the hallway. “A party. How festive.” Stephanie appeared in the doorway so silently it made us all jump, even Dominic. Her eyes were like two stones in the sockets, hard and cold and utterly unreadable. “First the clinic, then a seat at your father’s right hand, and now the whole village dancing for you.” She snorted. “You fit right in here, don’t you?”

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?