Fuller House Stephanie Tanner Novels & Stories

Probably this was something bigger than the news, I wondered what it was until the very moment I was pacing in his mansion in New York. The house was well, lavishly furnished; every corner reeked of money. And it seemed not to be the only house inside the large compound. I was shown to my room by Stephanie, the housekeeper, a woman in her late forties, who greeted me kindly and introduced herself as soon as I got inside. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Dinner is ready, ma'am," She said politely. "Thank you, Stephanie," I hesitated, "Is Travis back?"

I hurried after him. As we made our way to the living room downstairs, I wanted to ask Trevor what he meant by insinuating that there was no need for him to speak with his mother. Judging by his countenance, I remained silent and walked closely behind him. At the living room, Stephanie was occupying the largest couch and was dressed in an African Ankara maxi gown. She was controlling the TV with a remote in her right hand. "Good morning." Trevor greeted her, announcing our presence. She turned around with a smile and gave me a hug.

“Okay, sweetheart.” As they walked down the stairs, trailed by the dogs, I carried Tanner into my bedroom, where I put him back into his bassinet before climbing into bed. I was exhausted. I had been the one taking care of the babies the last several nights. While I was waiting for Rip to come back to bed, I fell asleep, too tired to keep my eyes open. *****

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?

She glared at the woman. The woman shot back, her tone defiant. "Who do you think you are?" Alena's reply was calm but cutting. " Didn't you listen at me first, I am the owner of this house." The woman looked at Stephen, who now spoke up. "I know you’re the owner of this house," Stephen said casually, "but this woman beside me is my girlfriend, Vanya. I’m taking her to my room to... have some fun. I don't think that you should have any problem with that"

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

“Go get her!“ Mr Miller said to his goons. Five minutes later, two of the Black Mamba guys came into the room with Stephanie in their possession. She was a woman of about fifty-eight. Far older than her late baby daddy, Gomez Waxson. She fell to her knees immediately when the guys brought her to Mr Miller. Darkie and the other guys were making sure the other women in the room were not freaking-out. “Please... you've killed Gomez Waxson and got what you wanted. And now there's no member of our family that's a threat to you. I beg—” “Stephanie Waxson.“ Mr Miller grinned, making a show of using his left leg to touch Stephanie's jaw. “Why did you run when you're so sure that “no member of your f

asked the confused stephanie " The lady I told you about , the one who stole my ring at the mall last time " " Oh , I remember now . But wait , what exactly did you do to her " " Just watch the news tomorrow and you'll see " Stephanie just shrugged because she knew the kind of person she had as a friend ' she knew that no one could stop Carly once she put her mind to something and so she didn't bother . Carly usually got what she wanted at the end of the day and she was usually a very vengeful person , not supporting her meant getting on her bad side and stephanie wanted to avoid that no matter what . Carly returned home feeling very proud of herself and also very happy until she received a

“How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your house for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance! Wendy, your sharp tongue won’t get you anywhere!” Brad slammed his hand on the table and stood up. His tone was deadly serious. “We’re not joking. This is serious! My son is the rightful heir of the family. Everything should revolve around him! Now that he’s getting married to carry on the family line, it’s a major event. All of us should be paving the way for him! It’s just a house, do you really have to be so stingy?” “Exactly! You’re Leo’s aunt. It’s not just the right thing for you to do, but your duty!” Linda chimed in. “Fine,

"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.