Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

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.

Mr Stewart came in quietly, and placed an envelope on the table beside her. “Mr Dray’s assistant left this for you,” he said before walking out. Kate opened it, Inside was another set of instructions, Dress codes for events she might attend. A list of acceptable behaviors, Who she could talk to, What she could say and What not to say. Her name wasn’t even hers anymore, it was just Mrs Dray, a name they needed to stabilize a crumbling company. She threw the paper to the floor, stood up, kicked the chair aside, paced like a caged animal. This wasn’t the life her parents wanted for her

Her eyes widened and she glared at Drystan who looked less bothered. “And just so you know,” Drystan leaned forward, voice low and clear, “I couldn’t even pretend. I thought about playing along… letting your own drink knock you out while I watched—” He let out an exhale. “But I couldn’t stand you touching me. I couldn’t even stand your presence.” Stephanie glared at him with disbelief in her eyes. “What does she have that I do not have.” Drystan stared at at her for longer than a second, then he said. “It should be what do you have that she doesn't?”

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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.

That Nathaniel Grant Stevens was the worst humankind had to offer? Without realizing it, she found herself in front of the apartment. Reluctantly, she entered and went straight to her bedroom. She pulled out a suitcase, opened her closet, but just stood there. “It is time to go,” Stephanie said taking a few items and stuffing them into the little suitcase. “Before letting hell back again in my life, before letting it destroy the most precious thing I have.”

Not anymore. I’m not a victim of fate. I’m not a victim of letting life pass me by without taking hold of it by the scruff and dragging it wherever the hell I want it to go. Cloe J Stephen. Cute, small town girl with big dreams. Could I drag her wherever the hell I wanted to go?