Stephanie Lawson Stevens Novels & Stories

The one who would only set his eyes on her and only her among all girls. The one who would protect her against the world. Just one problem though, he is not only that man, but the one who is recognized by other countries and an eligible bachelor to many. And yet when she wanted to lean back, the bombs shoot at her again. 'Is the world too telling me to stay away from him?' she asked herself not getting what the brother was saying. The other side was, Famous designer and CEO, Frank Steven. Frank Steven is Stephany's brother and owner of a known clothing brand.

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

It didn't work out for me. "Do you need something Stephanie?" I asked, sitting down and opening my laptop. She pushed her red ponytail off her shoulder and shifted her weight. "Yeah, a few of us are going—," "No, I'm busy." Tell her, so she'll back off. She sighed, letting her gaze travel along my desk. "You look swamped. Did you have any luck hiring someone? You need the help." "I hired Blaire Summers. She starts tomorrow." "Oh," Stephanie said. "Is she human?"

"I don't know what you're doing here, I hope this has nothing to do with Allie." Jon said when the door opened. He did not lift his head and continued typing on his HP Compaq nx9600, but saw her reflection on the glass table. "I came here to your aid, Jon. Please don't push me away," said Stephanie, he looked at her, she was wearing a powder blue dress which touched her knees and had long sleeves and round collars. She walked towards him, and asked him. "I have spoken to Adrianna, Vivian's best friend. She was one of the models from the agency where I am from and," he cut her off. "What about her?" "I know where Vivian is, Jon." he looked at her, pushed aside his laptop and stood up. He lean

Steph told me Jasmine walked in with Lawrence behind him, he looked so handsome tonight as his wine color tuxedo looked good on him and his black shirt and shoes matches his outfit, still in his wavy hair style, his fragrance fill the room, he smiled walking towards us "Hi Ladies" he greeted everyone in the room "Hi, I'm Cindy, Cindy heartland" Using a soprano voice as she stretches out her hand for an handshake "Lawrence Morrison" as he took her hands into his with a smile "Hmmm, I'm Steph and have heard a lot about you" she told him "And what did she tell you about me?" Lawrence inquired "You stay in New Jersey and you're a great guy" Steph replied him My eyes widened as Steph tell those l

“Sorry. Mr. Lawson is on line two. He said it’s urgent.” “Tell him I’ll call back,” she said without looking up. “It’s about…he said it’s about…” “Tell him I’ll call back,” she repeated. Softer this time but final. The door was shut. Stephanie stared at the screen again. The name. Unfamiliar. Unknown origin. But it was now lodged in her brain like a song she could not stop singing. She made another attempt. Something she rarely did.

Stephanie comes into the office. "Please, Steven, let me tell Lila." Stephanie sits on the other chair and fidgets with the necklace on her collarbone. Steven nodded in return and took her other hand in his, squeezing it in a way to offer reassurance to his mate.

I even described it to him since he didn't know whom I was talking about. Stephanie Steele. Even her name is pretty. I searched her name and found out she's also a business partner of the Russo Group in L.A. but an article made years ago caught my attention. Nikolai and Stephanie dated before?

Her parents hated her for killing their son, so they didn't even bother to collect her remains. Steven, due to his multiple criminal offenses, was given a thirty-year sentence in jail. Stephanie cut off ties with him and left overseas, never coming back. Steven had written letters to me time and time again, asking to see me, and I ignored each and every one of them. Instead, I made sure he received regular photo updates of Jenny entangled with other men, as well as the family photos he had taken together with her family—how else was he going to enjoy the warmth of family in jail?

Tanong niya at iginala ang paningin. "I'm here kuya!" matinis na sagot ni Stephanie mula sa pinto ng kusina. "Diba sabi ko sa'yo samahan mo ang ate mo rito?" Nagsalubong ang kilay ni Steve habang nakatingin kay Stephanie. Napangiti ako. "Steve, huwag kang OA kaka-alis lang ni Stephanie. Nauhaw si bunso." "Tss! Kapag talaga kayo noh! Wala akong laban sa inyo!"