Lazy Town Stephanie Died Novels & Stories

“Can we meet today? I have something to discuss with you.” “Yeah! What’s up?” “Where are you?” “Felix hotel. room 108.” “Got it, I’m coming now,” Stephanie said as she ended the call. She went upstairs to inform Liam and Lily who had already gone to their rooms that she was going out. “I’m heading out now, don’t leave the house until your grandfather returns.” “We understand,” they both said. Stephanie went to her room, freshened up, she wore a black trench coat and headed out.

Instead of responding, he let out a low laugh and before I could probe further, he went limp in my hands. He was dead. Pulling away with my hands balled into a fist, I stared at his corpse. What secret is Stephanie keeping from me?

“Whatever you have to say, make it quick. Emily’s got a ballet recital in an hour so if it’s not important, I’m hanging up.” “Good morning to you too, Scott.” Brayden said, pulling a bag of croissants from the fridge. “I promise that this isn’t a waste of time. I need information on someone. Her name is Stephanie.” “I’m not a miracle worker, Brayden.” I could almost hear the eye roll in Scott’s words. “I’m going to need more than just a first name to find somebody. Why are you even looking for this Stephanie person anyway?” Brayden paused. “Remember the woman that was murdered at Patterson Financial a little while back? Lara Sylvester?”

She nodded. "I will tell you... I will tell you that and more. It is time for the full truth to be told." Stephanie said, looking more relaxed and stronger than she had looked before. Stephanie's POV: I appreciated the young man's directness and his fire to protect his sister. I watched the young girl that still sat on her father's lap. She looked tired. She had an exhaustion that someone her age should never have to experience. She hadn't said a word since her very warranted outburst, and seeing her distress and the distress of everyone around her, answers are something that is not often given to them. I sat straighter, steeling my spine, getting ready to speak on something I swore to never

I stood at the top of the stairs with both hands in my pocket and I watched her proceed further down the stairs with her hoodie she threw over her head till I couldn't see her again after she slipped out through the door. I drew in a deep breath and eased it out as a loud sigh then drove my fingers through my hair for no reason at all. I was disturbed about a lot of things that I couldn't exactly pinpoint what exactly had me the more concerned. So much has happened, And so much is still happening. I have learnt to stop forcing things and just live in the moment. And as for Shelton, I have no care about him whatsoever and I would forever detest seeing him with Jordan. It is although disturbin

She toppled unto the comfy couch, her eyes shimmering with tears and loneliness in her bitter heart. Did she do the wrong thing? Hailey would probably hate her now. And to make it all worse she wouldn't be around to defend herself against Stephanie's vile claims and lies. Even if she decides to return to Chicago, would anyone believe her? Lilian is dead and no one knows of Stephanie's threat to her life. She was in a dilemma and a very bad one. Her eyes fell on the TV remote lying on the table with shaky hands she picked it up and switched the TV on.

“It's Possible we've met before.” Stephanie’s breath caught. She locked the screen. Sat back. And knew... without question....that holiday is over.

Stephan revealed in a casual tone. "Let me guess, you took care of whoever it was and they are most likely not breathing," I said in a fed-up tone. I could not bear the thought of another dead body. Stephan smiled at me. "You know me so well, Pamela," He said in a light tone. I shuddered as I realized he was enjoying himself. It was not whether he was insane, but just how insane was he to be completely comfortable with death and blood. "Can we go now?" I said wearily.

Period. Stephan was just a random guy she'd met at a Thai bus stop. They had strolled down the streets, bought roadside beverage drinks, and got drunk thereafter. They had shared pieces of their hearts and souls. Then they had been stripped apart by the fiery anger of Liam. It should have ended there.

Sophia narrated her past and how she got to be involved in the hit and run. Stanley was so pained. He thought how much more she could endure from the people surrounding her, they were always the ones hurting her, even if they didn't want to. Stan wasn't happy when Jason stayed around the hospital even after Sophia woke. He wanted so much for Sophia to tell him off but she wasn’t herself all the way, and Stan understood. He understood that she was also fighting her demons, her stepmother, to even think of Jason. Presently Sophia sat on the pristine white couch adjacent to Stanley, who came off work just to check on her. But was disappointed to see Jason loitering about in the house.