Novel & Cerita Sportacus Stephanie

SOPHIA’S P.O.V But Stephanie Diago? Can she be the same Stephanie Caius was talking to in the morning? If yes, why is she here? Who is she? To get all these answers I instructed employee to let her in. Within seconds a girl probably of my age, wearing black mini dress high heels, deep red lipstick and blonde hair entered my cabin. "Hi Sophia It's nice to meet you." She said but her voice sounded super evil. "Hi, can l ask how do you know me?"

In the flesh, in broad daylight, looking devilishly handsome, his lilac long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his arms, showcasing his toned slightly hairy arms. Arms that had held me as I found pleasure I had never experienced before. I could see the confusion on his face transform into shock as we got closer to him, till we stood directly in front of him. "Nivea, meet my son, Zane Westington," Thomas introduced, everything occurring in slow-mo. "Zane, this is your new stepmother, Nivea," Thomas added, as we stood staring at each other, while I watched varied emotions play around golden eyes' face, till it settled on disgust.

Steph didn’t know what to do during those time, she suddenly felt cold and her legs became numb; she didn’t know what to do while the spotlights are on her. “Please stand up Ms. Stephanie and accept the award,” the host spoke. Stephanie felt like she was in the sky as she slowly walks down the stairs to get on the stage, she didn’t expect she will be awarded. “Oh my God! Thank you everyone for this wonderful award! I did not expect I will be receiving it tonight, to be honest, I have no plan on attending for some reason but thank you all!” she nervously spoke as she hands the trophy. In the Philippines, Caspian can’t help but still think of Stephanie. She was all in his head, her smile, face

he called out, sounding more gruff than intended. Stephanie stepped in; her face was pale and haggard. Gone was that customary poise that followed every step she made but rather an almost fragile carriage of her persona. She grasped a tablet to her chest with hands that wavered. "Noah," she began, in the scantiest of whispers. "Have you… seen what's happening online?" "I have," Noah said, gesturing for her to sit. Stephanie hesitated before sinking into the chair opposite him. She looked at him with wide, anxious eyes. "It's everywhere. The photos, the accusations… I don't know what to do."

My voice came out as a whisper but loud enough for Lucas to hear what I had said. Lucas swallowed upon hearing my words. He knew what I was talking about thus didn't need that much explanation. “I can't believe Stephanie could be such an evil person! She deserves to spend the rest of her life in here.” Lucas said, his voice venomous and I couldn't agree any less. Stephanie blinded both of us. Using us as pawns in her wicked games. She used me to get into my family. Then used her daughter to come between Lucas and I…

From scooping food to handing her a napkin, Henry did almost everything for her. Instead of thinking about them, I went back to attending to Freddie's food. "Is the salmon good?" I asked. "Delicious," he answered with a chuckle. Meanwhile, Freddie began chatting with Mathilda and I had no choice but to sit there and listen. "So, tell me about yourself." The woman smiled before taking a small sip of water. "I'm a cardiologist, Sir," she stated with evident pride. "Wow!" Freddie responded in admiration. I froze slightly. I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt so small.

Lucas stops her, looking at me like I’m crazy. Which I probably am. “All you did was have a conversation with her.” He holds out his arm, barring Stephanie from leaving. “See for yourself,” I say, head spinning. Getting into someone’s memory is complicated magic, and I’m not exactly sober right now. Lucas leans in, gently cupping Stephanie’s chin. She shudders, and I’m guessing he gets that sort of reaction from a lot of his victims. A few seconds pass as he stares into her eyes, holding her spellbound.

Not our Stephanie The second Stephanie was clearly an adult and a teacher at the school, judging by the educational credentials listed in her bio. Her profile was filled with motivational quotes and pictures of students holding awards. Definitely not our Stephanie. The third Stephanie had her account set to private so I couldn’t tell much about her. I considered that a dead end until I saw her profile picture. It was a selfie, taken in a mirror. I knew that face. “I found her!” I declared proudly. Startled by my announcement, Brayden hit the brakes. “What?”

All eyes shifted as she entered—not with applause, but with uncertainty. That was the point. Stephanie stood beneath the arch of the inner rotunda, wrapped in deep silver, lips like glass. She extended a hand with theatrical calm. “Lena.” “Stephanie,” Lena replied, shaking it once. Brief. Ice to fire. “You came,” Stephanie said, stepping closer. “You always were good at punctuality. And posturing.” “I came to hear you say it to my face.” Stephanie arched a brow. “Say what?”

(Stephanie Jean Russo) Elegantly and smoothly, Stephanie Jean Russo, steps in and handle the situations. Her tone doesn’t have a slightest hint of discriminations or even looking down on another person, she stated this clearly so that Ma Fu Sheng knew the correct directions, without even me stepping in to teach him. Once everyone heard her, no one wanted to steps in, and quite a lot in the crowds were nodding at Stephanie Jean Russo suggestion. She also did this, as she were also a figure of leader in my faction, and she actually loved being looked up as such.