Stephanie Christensen Novels & Stories

Carefully, she replaces the photo, letting it rest just so. “This stays,” she muttered, more to herself than anything else. She did not have a problem with that. The problem was what was pushing in on it from outside. Stephanie went back to the couch and leaned in, elbows on her knees, hands loosely clasped. In this position, she felt like more of herself not as much bride, more strategist. She let the facts line up. Not emotionally. Structurally. Foreign transaction review submitted.

The door flew open. Stephanie came in like she had been walking fast for the last three corridors, her braids loose around her shoulders, still in the deep orange wrap she had worn to the meeting, her expression sitting somewhere between furious and baffled. She pointed at the door she had just come through. "Girl….Who the fuck is that?" I looked at her. "Because from where I was standing, she was standing there talking to you with her chest all out like she was making a claim and trying to write you off your own ground." She crossed her arms. "I did not hear everything. SoTalk."

Stephanie's features came into focus, and the displeasure written across her face was impossible to miss. “Sorry I interrupted you two,” she said, although her tone suggested she wasn't sorry at all. Her gaze shifted toward Mireya, slowly sweeping over her from head to toe with an intensity I immediately disliked. Stephanie was a powerful female Alpha, one who had spent most of her life believing she could have anything she wanted simply because very few people had the strength to deny her. She had only just met my future Luna, yet the displeasure in her eyes was already obvious.

I have been getting pissed especially with the other alpha who has been asking for more update on my plan to tame My mate. The door opens and Stephanie comes in dresses like a seductress. She has a fake smile on her face and halfway sits on my desk so that her ass will be more plump. "What do you need Stephanie," I said rolling my eyes. Stephanie was one of the other girls who was trained to be my mate and luna who will meet my needs, she had boring brown eyes and wasn't as beautiful as Sofia but after seeing my mate the both of them together combined don't stand a chance to my mates beauty even if there try .

she asked a few minutes later, "You own the space, right?" “I think six or seven years,” I murmured passing my thumbs over her tailbone “As a shareholder of the resort I decided to invest my time in the spa which is what I knew and not in finances, the resort wouldn’t exist already.” "Not bad for a hippie," she muttered leaving me petrified. “What did you just call me?” I questioned remembering who had called me that. "Hippie," she repeated looking at me mockingly over her shoulder. Jasmine, Christopher's sister.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

Stephanie accepted her relationship with Thelia as it was. Stephanie had continued to work as a social worker and even fihnde her own NGO, with Mr Actona's support. Now that she laid on her bed, seeing the empty space on the bed that Mr Actona was to be sleeping in,slot if thoughts ran through her head. She tossed and turned on her bed. Stared continously at the phone till she fell asleep.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

“Don’t you love her accent?” “Yes, it’s unique,” Laura commented. “She’s Mr. McCartney’s girlfriend?” “Yes,” Kelly replied, a bit too enthusiastic in Beth’s mind. “What a lucky girl,” Laura said, and then they returned to their makeup consultation. A moment later, Stephanie barged in through the door with uncontained enthusiasm. “I have the most exciting news,” she announced to her audience. The four women looked at her with raised brows. “You will never believe what I saw yesterday.” “What?” Kelly asked, her eyes half closed as Laura expertly applied a golden-brown eye shadow on her left eyelid.