Stephanie Bgc 10 Novels & Stories

* * * I receive curious stares from the entourage sitted at the wedding ceremony as I take long confident strides to my way towards the front seat. I'm on a black hoodie which hides my long blonde hair, black leather short skirt topped with my gold sandals. Hands tucked inside the pockets of my hoodie as I smack on my gum loudly in my mouth, blowing tiny bun size balloons into the air, with 'Daya's Insomnia' blasting from my earphones. I make sure I catwalk to rhyme with the sound of song. I finally sit in front on the first row of seats. "Isn't that Steve Jones's daughter?"

Mr Miller followed her line of sight, and with a smile saw the person he was looking for just at the door frame to the large room. Stephanie Brigance's eyes were wide open in shock as she stared at Mr Miller. And before anybody could say anything, she suddenly banged the door before running for her love of life. “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 no

Adaeze smiles. "I'm Stephanie," she introduces herself. "Steph for short." Adaeze chuckles at that. "Stephanie has always been one of my favorite names." "Why thank you," Steph grins. Though she just met the girl, she feels comfortable talking to her. "So where are you from?" Steph finds herself asking. "That's if you don't mind me asking," she quickly adds. Adaeze smiles before answering. "I'm from Nigeria in West Africa." "Wow!" Steph locks her phone and drops it on the counter.

I chucked on some grey joggers not wanting to go out in just my towel. ‘He’s in the shower, will you stop!’ Stephanie cried, I had enough I barged through the hallway coming to the lounge seeing Tara smacking Stephanie on the arm, she was using her body to shield her face from Tara’s acrylic nails, those things could really do some damage. Stephanie was dressed in one of my shirts, I could tell she had put it on quickly probably hearing a noise. One side of the collar hung down over her shoulder a few of the buttons done up disjointedly. My dark blue shirt came to her mid-thigh hanging down off of her lush curves, she was so fucking enticing. She could probably wear a potato sack I would sti

Walter walked into Abigail's office with a suitcase that unmistakably belonged to Stephanie. Abigail's lawyer. "How's my favorite client doing." Stephanie sauntered in wearing her signature bright coloured suit. She was wearing a Yellow suit this time and somehow still managed to look good in it. Her red curls were packed in a low ponytail. "Hey Stephanie!" "Now tell me, what have you done now?" "What's that supposed to mean?"Abigail protested. Stephanie was one of the handful of people Abigail loved and respected.

Moments later she brought both Gabriella and Ben into the room. Stephanie sat in a chair by the window with her hands in her lap. She shared a lot of features with her older sister. She wasn't as stocky though and her chest was more modest than her sisters. She had long sandy blond hair worn loose and pale blue eyes which Ben immediately saw weren't tracking their movement in the room. He glanced at Alexis who nodded at him. Stephanie was blind. "Stephanie? It's Gabriella!" she said as she took her cousin's hands and held them up to her face. She released them and Stephanie ever so gently ran her fingertips over the contours of Gabriella's features.

* she’d simpered, her grip bruising Stephanie’s arm. The charity gala was a sea of sequins and spite. Stephanie floated through the crowd in a silver gown, her smile welded on. She’d slipped her GPS bracelet onto a waiter’s tray an hour ago. Jake’s contact would disable it. *Two days*, he’d said. *Then we move.* In the restroom, she splashed water on her face, the faucet’s growl drowning her shaky breaths. The door swung open. Adriana. She looked like vengeance in red satin, her curls a crown of flames. “Hello, Stephanie.” The name dripped mockery.

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Many thought that Stefan and Stephanie were brother and sister, or that they were related. On the contrary, they have different ethnicities and countries of origin. Stepehanie is from the Republic of Ireland and is a person who doesn't care about Alan. "Alan often boasts about the UK and underestimates my country," Stephanie frowns.

She aspired to be the one everyone in Brown City and Ruby City looked up to. "You..." When it came to Benedict, Stephanie was so angry that she rubbed her chest with one hand and gasped for air. She was already relatively weak, and since she had been taking care of Derrick recently, she was even more haggard. Arianna was using Benedict's circumstances to aggravate her. “Aunt Stephanie, don't be so angry. It's not good for your health," Arianna said as she walked past Stephanie toward the room with the document bag in her hand.