Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

If they had more rebels in the pack, they would crumble and Phoebe would not stick around with them. I leaned back in the chair, letting my hands fall to the armrests. My pack was stable. My warriors were loyal. My enemies were quiet. Yet I felt like everything was slipping. A knock came. Not loud. Not rushed. Just three slow taps. “Come in,” I said, not bothering to sit up straight. The door opened, and Stephanie stepped inside. She wore a pale green dress. Too thin for the weather. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face. I noticed her eyes before anything else. They looked tired.

I continued walking when Stephanie called Drake. “Hi, Drey!” she smiled. Drake forced a smile and waved at her. ‘Drey, huh?’ It’s a bit odd to see Drake being kind to her. It seems like only yesterday when he was ignoring Stephanie. Stephanie smirked and walked towards us. She clung to Drake’s arm while still smirking at me. “Can you accompany me to my room?” she said in a sweet voice. I almost rolled my eyes when I saw Drake nodding at her.

CONTENT: Step family, moaning, wet pussy, missionary, orgasm, blowjob, longer story, drama, sex, suspense, betrayal, seduction,drugs,18+. CHAPTER 1 Stephanie Modders laid on her bed with her cellphone in her hands hovering over her face, clicking away at her texts. Her pink, spaghetti strapped under shirt was half riding up her belly, revealing the belly button piercing her mother nearly killed her for getting last year. Even though she was 18 when she got it, her mom didn't like piercings that were anywhere, but the ear and she didn't like tattoos, period. Which is why Stephanie was taking this time while her mother was out running errands to wear as little clothes as possible and air out h

"Yes. Look, let me give you a heads-up. Staying here as the alpha's guest means nothing. Beta Thorne has no care for anyone else aside from his mate, and Alpha Draven is a long way on the same line." I almost rolled my eyes at her words. What was it with pretty women tearing others down because of men? "I'm not here for that." "That's what you all say." Stephanie snickered. "Stay away from Alpha Draven. Better still, leave this pack as soon as you're done with whatever you came here for." She picked up her teacup, trying to hide her satisfied smile behind the glass. The now familiar fiery warmth flared up inside me. Those words were the exact ones Astrid said to me.

The architectural style of the building was local yet stunningly beautiful. The steps were tall and steep. Climbing the steps normally required a great deal of physical exertion, let alone climbing them on one's knees. Austin kneeled before the steps, his knees scraped raw from friction as he left dark marks on the steps, slowly making his way up. Pain and exhaustion surged like a tidal wave within him, but Austin didn't stop, letting his thoughts fixate on Cara and the fact that the doctors had already warned them twice that she might not be able to make it out alive.

While all that was going on, I’d probably been in a board meeting or closing business deals, handling what, in hindsight, was unimportant. Stephanie and Claire had lived in The Driftwood for weeks while I’d pranced around in my literal estate. The guilt ate through me like acid. I was there for about forty minutes, alone with nothing but my thoughts, until Larissa finally came down. “Hi.” She greeted, sinking into the seat beside mine. “Sorry I took so long, I was helping the girls settle in.” “How are they doing?” I asked. “Claire’s still asleep. Stephanie… well she’s Stephanie.” She said with a shrug. “She is clearly exhausted, but she’s fighting it. I think she hates you a little less now

“But I don’t have an account here yet. I’m new” Claire took the books. There were three of them— one was an instructional book about drawing portraits and the other two were a compilation of famous artworks. She was suddenly reminded of the art-loving Ethan but she slightly shook her head to dismiss the thought. “Okay”, she said while typing the command on the computer to make an account for a new borrower. Once set up, she looked up at the girl, “Name?” “Stephanie”, the girl replied, smiling to reveal a set of perfect teeth. “Stephanie Lopez”

His fingers brushed her cheek. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t believe I forgot to ask about Stephen. Have you heard from him?” Rhye snorted, lowering his head to sprinkle light, tormenting kisses over her face and down the line of her throat. “That’s a story for later.” He easily evaded her question and set about distracting her with delicious strokes of his tongue that were leading lower and lower. She tried to hang onto a shred of sanity. “But…” “Later, little one.” He tugged her legs apart and smiled with wicked intent. “Much later.” And it was. End of Book One

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

She'd dressed carefully that morning – a crisp navy blazer over a silk blouse, with a smoothly ironed suit trouser accompanied with her black 6 inch heels. "Ms. Freya!" Her assistant Lena burst through the door agitated before Freya could even put down her coffee. Stephanie’s face was red, and she placed her tablet quit tight against her chest. Her usually perfectly styled hair was slightly messy, suggesting she'd been running her hands through it – something she only did when really stressed. "You need to see this right now.” Stephanie said, tensed. The tablet landed on her desk, and Freya almost dropped her coffee when she saw the headline: