Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

Jessie's POV I stood in the hidden library, my hands were trembling as I clutched the small pocket book with "Stephanie Morgan" written inside. The name stared back at me, mysterious and haunting, and offering no answers, only more questions. Who was Stephanie Morgan? And why had my mother hidden this book in her secret library?

Another message: “Even the underwear.” I took a deep breath, reached back, and unhooked my bra. My tits spilled out, nipples already hard from the mix of fear and excitement. Then I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I was completely naked now, standing in the middle of this stranger’s sex dungeon. Next text: “Sit on the chair in the corner. Spread your legs wide. Put one foot on each stool in front of you. Open up for me.”

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.

The smoke seemed to hang motionless in the air. Then, a deep, sub-audible vibration began to rattle the stone floorplates, a low, tectonic hum that felt like the mountain itself was waking up from a thirty-year sleep. The brass dials on the console didn't just spin—they retracted into the iron framework, and the massive, circular granite dais beneath my feet began to split down the center, revealing a steep, brightly lit spiral staircase cut directly into the white Alpine bedrock below. “Secondary bloodline validation complete,” the cold, synthetic female voice announced, its echo carrying a terrifying weight through the rafters. “Welcome home, Miss Vance. The primary office is open. The aut

Draya My lips crashed into his as I pulled the door open, dragging him inside. I kicked the door shut behind us, my lips still on Chase’s, kissing him like I couldn’t get enough. My hands were everywhere, yanking at his tie, clawing at his jacket. I was desperate to feel his skin. The heat from dinner had been building all night and now it was a fire I couldn’t control. “Fuck, Draya,” he groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “You’re wild tonight.”

As the days passed peacefully and fulfillingly, I gradually became convinced that the Grants wouldn't ever cross paths with me. That was until one day, when my assistant Claire knocked on my office door and told me, "Dr. Simpson? You have a consultation. It's a Mr. Harry Grant, who wants our most expensive specialist to examine his younger sister." My heart couldn't help skipping a beat at the mere mention of that name, but I took a deep breath to compose myself and said calmly, "Show him in."

Stephanie’s POV My body worked quicker than my mind. I couldn’t stand seing that. I couldn’t. I was clinging onto the hope that Isabella was wrong about everything, maybe if she was wrong, everything would have been alright eventually. I don’t know how true that is Anymore. My legs moved on their own, and before I could process anything, I was in the car. I felt my chest caving it, grasping unto the tiny bits of oxygen I could gather. A panick attack was setting in. Oh God. I blank my mind and focus on the distant memory of dad helping me through my panick attacks.

she said hastily before walking past Daina. “I think that she is up to something,” Daina said while glaring at the path the little girl had taken. ______ Stephanie had gone out with Kate to a very expensive bar to have a little drink. She seemed to be very furious as she gulped the whole content of her drink in one go. “You know what, I'm so angry and pissed at Ray right now.” Stephanie blurted out to her friend. “Why, what did he do?” Kate questioned, while shaking the drink in her cup.

Esther informs honestly and Dayos face brightens up. "You would? "He questions in disbelief. "Of course. "Esther assures. "Well one doesn't often find women who are ready to hear one ramble on about another woman. "Dayo states in all honesty. "I'm ready to make the difference. Besides, I might get an inspiration to write a book about her." Esther replies in her ever so strong politeness. Dayo smiles before taking a deep breath and leaving his gaze on his fingers as his mind travels back in time to the beautiful memories he's shared with his late wife. Memories so strong, clear and vibrant as though they happened just yesterday.

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.