Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

Not yet, at least. She cat-walked over to the plush armchair by the window, where her journal lay open. Stephanie wasn’t much of a writer, but lately, it helped organize her thoughts—or, as she preferred to think of them, her plans for world domination. She picked up the pen, tapping it thoughtfully against her chin. “What’s the play, Steph?” she asked herself aloud. “Do we use this little nugget,” she patted her stomach again, “to climb the ladder? Secure some power? Or do we just rip Laura’s little fairytale to shreds?”

“Where are you headed?” “Brad and Trak made a run into town for supplies, but they left plenty of stuff for lunch and told us to take what we wanted.” Christa glanced at Steph and laughed. “We’ve both got books we’ve been wanting to read, so we’re going to veg out at my cabin with food, a bottle of wine”—she laughed when Steph held up the bottle—“and the books. They’re your sexy romances by the way. I’m reading Hot Alphas. Steph’s got one called Alpha’s Woman. Notice a theme, here? It’s all about the alpha male. We’re thinking of them as educational reading at this point.” She laughed and jabbed Steph with her elbow. “And wondering, of course, which guys here are the true alphas.” She laughe

He said, kissing her head. “You know I love you,” She said, turning to him and giving him a morning kiss. ...... Happily Ever After...... Hello, Dear lovely readers, Thank you so much for your support and Love. Finally, My Step Daddy's book is completed. The next project I am going to work on is “HIS LUST" on Good novel only, and it is an exclusive book of Good Novel. Give try this book and might be you will find Ryan Wolf more cunning than Joseph Welton.

“Stephanie I-“ “Shit” she whispered and she was pulled towards the smoke. Danny followed immediately. Her feet touched ground and the smoke cleared and Stephanie was there held up by the tail with her shoulder already bleeding. She also had bleeding hands. She seemed to try to get the tail out, but the spikes were sticking out of her hands where she held onto. Danny took a deep breath and tried to hurt him again, but he flung Stephanie to the side without a care in the world. Now she could see him and he looked so inhuman.

Maybe if she wanted a good laugh and got bored, she would call them to meet outside. “Let's let Lina decide on her own.” She heard Zhan gently apprehending his wife’s excitement and could help but smile bitterly. She never thought Zhan would ever act gently towards a woman. “Sorry,” Stephanie looked at her. Her doll-like eyes were full of apologies. “I get too excited. Anyway, I think you are ready to hole up here in your apartment.” She giggled when she looked at the box of books on the floor. She ordered some books online to read while she stayed in the house. She also ordered some painting supplies but they haven’t arrived. Probably tomorrow morning they will be delivered.

But when had it ever been easy? When had I ever had it easy? One more risk wouldn't matter. If she helped, I'd gladly take her hand, and if she refused, I'd be ready to search for another variable. She wasn't the only one... There was still Alpha Drake. However, I hadn't expected her to run away. The shock in her eyes, followed by the redness of her cheeks before she disappeared, made me purse my lips as amusement flashed across my eyes. No one would have expected the always cheerful and mysterious Healer Stephanie to have such a side...

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until the driver pulled into the driveway. Scott squeezed my hand once more as he looked down at me. “Ready?” he asked softly. I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.” The driver stepped out quickly, opening my door first. I muttered a thank you and slid out, adjusting the hem of my dress, still a little unsteady on my legs. My heels clicked softly against the floor. I adjusted my hair, trying to piece myself back together before stepping inside. But before I could take more than two steps toward the door, Scott was there.

“I’m going to die here. My obituary will say: Local Girl Dies of Dehydration While Rich People Slept Peacefully.” Then I turned a corner—and almost screamed. Because there was someone standing there. Like. Right there. We both jumped. She was holding a book and wearing pajamas with cartoon strawberries on them. I blinked. She blinked. She was pretty, with curly dark hair and a confused expression. “I swear I’m not planning on burning the place down,” I blurted out. She blinked again. Then—laughed. “Oh my God,” she said. “That’s your opening line?”

She felt like she wanted to cry. But as she looked up, through the dust, suddenly, she spotted something that made her heart stop: the crumbled stack revealed another, smaller stack behind it, one she had not seen before. And there, right in the middle, was a book with a rich, red spine. She recognized it immediately. Suddenly, she felt an electric thrill. This was it. The matching volume. Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands.