Stella Henry Novels & Stories

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Hey, I'm Stella, Stella Calisto and I was a freshman at felicity high who had newly been admitted of course but now it was my turn to attend the great felicity high... Let's just say I wasn't that excited to be going to the great felicity high because here's the thing I have this very weird kind of energy or whatever you like to call it in me because of which I sort of have this extra gut feeling in me whenever I plan on doing any kind of task and this can be good or bad, I haven't told anyone of this yet, at first I thought it to be a one time thing due to my luck or something but it kept happening again and again, and it happened for the first time when I was in the eighth grade it was tim

Henry sighed and asked, "Why did you get down from the car?" Stella choked and said, "I saw you drinking too much liquor and was afraid that you might have a headache. So, I decided to head to the pharmacy to buy some sobering medication. Who knew I would have ended up bumping into those thugs. I'm sorry." Henry was dumbfounded as he squinted his black eyes. He asked, "Why didn't you evade just now?" 'She could've evaded that thug's attack. Instead, she stood there motionless. Perhaps, she was too terrified to move an inch.'

She squeezes my hand before letting it go. Despite how old the orphanage is, they’re good at keeping records and Sister Cecilia is so helpful and gave me the address. I look at the paper in my hand and smile winningly. Ha! This Stella McKaren lives in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, while my sister Stella lives in D.C. studying biotechnology and Global Health at Georgetown University. So there’s no way that they are the same person. * * *

I whisper softly. Stella shakes her head, dismissing my sympathy. "Oh, Stella, I didn't come here seeking your pity. I'm here for you, not for myself. I just wanted you to know that he was a monster, and both my mother and I are grateful to you for getting him off the streets. You probably didn't even realize we had left him. He had everyone fooled into thinking we were a happy family until I went off to college. That's when my mom finally left him for a younger man."

Stella wanted him to widely advertise the sale and let every person in the upper-class society know about it. Henry was a person that cared about what other people would think of him very much. He would never want them to laugh at him for returning the bangle. 'This is unbelievable. Stella's plan is just perfect. Albert would stop pestering her if Henry gave up the idea of returning the bangle himself. Even I've never done such an evil thing before!' After not hearing any response from Vermont, Stella asked tentatively, "What do you think?"

"We'll handle it from here. If you think of anything else, please call us." The line went dead.I was in so much shock, how did i end up in this situation. With my hands on my temple. I was scared for myself but right now for Henry. I sat there, staring at my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. What had I just done? Stella was obsessive, possessive, and unhinged but she wasn't a killer. She wanted Henry alive, not dead. I had just made a terrible mistake. Stella was obsessed with Henry. That was obvious. She had made it painfully, embarrassingly clear that she would do anything to keep him. But would she try to kill him? Would she cut the brakes on his car, knowing he could die?

TWO WEEKS LATER Stella was finally discharged from the hospital and she couldn't tell how happy she was from leaving the devil's cage. For her going to the hospital is more or less like entering the devil's cage. David wasn't able to pick her up because he was busy with some clients who needed his attention. At first didn't want to go but Stella pleaded with him to attend to his clients. Charles picked her up and sent her home. Immediately she entered the house the faces of their maids and bodyguards brightened up seeing their beautiful madam back home and strong. Stella responded to their tons of greetings before entering her bedroom. She was done bathing and drying her hair when she heard

Nothing. And this woman was nothing like her. Stella had been thin, quiet, always hovering two steps behind me. Wolfless. She flinched when I raised my voice and apologized when she hadn't done anything wrong. I spent half my time shielding her from my father's household and the other half pretending I didn't want to. Esther Hale walked into a room full of purebloods and told them they were wrong. She had a wolf's scent on her, faint, buried under cheap soap, and a spine Stella never showed me.

(Stella's POV) “Stella!” “Coming.” I shouted from my room after hearing Anna called my name. I quickly combed my messy deep brown hair that fell to my waist and left it loose. Anna is my best friend and her house is located not many miles away from mine. She is 5'3, same height as mine. With her auburn hair, fair skin tone and with black spectacles she always looks cute. Her father died few years back in an accident and she lives with her mother. She had no siblings so I became the one for her. We went to same school, same high school and now we are going to same college.