Stephanie Christensen Novels & Stories

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

"I just don't get it, how could he get married to that trash?" "Watch sis… Don't call her that!" Stephen warned. "Oh yeah, you like her and that is just like ewww." Stephanie emphasized her disgust by dramatically placing her hand over her mouth and letting out a retching sound. "Says the one who likes Jake Conat, that egoistic a**hole!" was Stephen's comeback. "He is not an egoistic a**hole. He is just a very manly man," Stephanie retorted shamelessly and Stephen passed her a disgusted look but did not say anything..

Stephanie mumbled a feeling of chill sweeping over her at the remembrance of the death of her child. Kristen paled but said nothing. Then she sucked in a breath and her bottom lips wobbled into a weak smile. “Have you heard from Savannah? I learnt that she ran away.” Understanding the diversion, Stephanie shook her head, ignoring the painful squeeze of her heart at the mention of her best friend who left without a word. “No. I…” She blinked and stood up straighter. “I’d better go do those chores before the prince comes looking for me again.” Without waiting for a reply, Stephanie hurried away from the shivering Kristen. She couldn’t handle the empty look in her eyes. Kristen had always been

Rachel West said it ironically, James Smith stared at her coldly, and suddenly felt that this woman had really changed a lot. She had never spoken to him in such a sarcastic tone before. In front of him, she has always been flattering. Now her sarcastic and alienated attitude really made him a little uncomfortable, even a little annoyed. Just then, his phone rang suddenly, it was Max Holland. "Mr. Smith, Linda Park's boss, has been found out, her name is Lana Lance. She used to be a little-known actor. Later, she opened a studio and signed Linda Park, but Lana Lance didn't know much about the contract."

“It’s getting crowded in here.” I held the door for her, and she exited smoothly with me. “Could I speak with you for a moment? I promise it won’t take long.” “Oh? Uhm, s-sure…” I wasn’t sure about it, but I gave in since she looked desperate. Earlier, I heard the girls talking about Stephanie. It’s apparent that they did not like her, not to mention that Steph was involved in their husbands’ past relationships. Stephanie Colleman looks like Evita in her younger version but is sophisticated and flirty. I can’t deny that. You can sense her strong personality and confidence.

She chuckled lightly. Stephanie actually did not want to hurt anyone. She just wanted King’s attention on her. “Okay...” Laura swallowed. ~~~~~~~ King at the office, wondering why Laura wasn’t picking up. “Have you seen this!” Brian and Chase stormed into King’s office. “I’ve got to give that Stephanie girl some credit! She sure knows how to feed the public!” Chase exclaimed, slumping down into one of King’s couch. King was still lost in what they were doing in his office acting like mad ants.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

“She tried to kill me… and my baby. She is the danger we need to warn ryan.” His gaze flickered, just for a second. “She’s getting married to Ryan in two weeks.” The words were a knife to my heart. “She used your child as a shield. Ryan believed the baby would be safer with her than a madwoman who nearly died in childbirth.” “My child didn't die, the nurses said the baby died. I don't know the gender of my child.” I cried out. "It was a boy, healthy for a fact and your step mother made sure they said it. Who funds the hospital? She”

Leo exchanged a shocked 'get her the fuck off me' and I found it increasingly difficult not to suddenly guffaw. "Okay class," Katrine said and Leo gave me a 'thank the Goddesses' look when Linda let go of him. She lit the candles and started the meditation music track. Her hipster dreadlocked boyfriend joined her at the front and they turned to face each other "Today's warm-up will including positions and movements that bring out the spiritual link between you, your partner and your unborn child," she began and as we watched Katrine and hipster guy that no one knew the name of getting into the first position Linda immediately started going on and on about her spiritual link with pumpkin pie

she replies, still maintaining her posh, British accent. No, she's not British. Not even a little. Stephanie's another one of my stepsisters, born and raised in good ol' New York. But then she spent one month in England—just one—and came back acting like she personally founded the Queen’s English. Now she says “schedule” like “shed-jool.” Of all my stepsisters, she's the least infuriating. "Steph, by any chance, have you seen my girlfriend anywhere?" I ask. "Lena? No, I haven't. But I heard she's around here somewhere."