Stephanie Light 소설 & 이야기

“Let me talk to her.” Lena grabbed his arm. “No. Let me.” Carson hesitated, but saw the resolve in her eyes. “I’ll stay close. If she tries anything—” “She won’t,” Lena said. “She doesn’t want justice. She wants attention.” Stephanie stood near the far corner of the ballroom, dressed in a sleek red dress and a cold smile. She was alone — no press, no friends. Just fury hidden behind flawless makeup. When she saw Lena approaching, her expression twisted into a bitter grin.

Something about her stillness felt… wrong. Stephanie entered last, hair brushed smooth, wearing a cream-colored dress that clung modestly to her slightly rounded belly. She paused before the table. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, her voice carrying a strange confidence. Lucien’s eyes flicked up. Mira barely turned her head. Stephanie stepped forward, preparing to sit. “Hold on.” Mira’s voice was calm but sharp as glass. “When did you start sitting at the table with us?”

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:

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 door flew open. Stephanie came in like she had been walking fast for the last three corridors, her braids loose around her shoulders, still in the deep orange wrap she had worn to the meeting, her expression sitting somewhere between furious and baffled. She pointed at the door she had just come through. "Girl….Who the fuck is that?" I looked at her. "Because from where I was standing, she was standing there talking to you with her chest all out like she was making a claim and trying to write you off your own ground." She crossed her arms. "I did not hear everything. SoTalk."

I said calmly. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she walked in, her steps were composed like she owned the space she stepped into. Darius left my office immediately. Stephanie stopped a few feet from the desk. “I heard things have changed,” she said lightly and my gaze shifted to her. “You’ve been hearing a lot lately.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I make it my business too.” Of course she did, Stephanie Vale didn’t survive in Moonfall by being uninformed.

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

she whispers. That word “Home” hits deeper than anything else. Something that has been missing in my life for a very long time. My eyes close briefly as I breathe her in. Yeah. Yeah… I am. Eventually, someone clears their throat loudly. “Okay, are we all just going to stand here and cry,” Stephanie says, “or are we going to PARTY?” I let out a quiet laugh against Marcella’s hair before finally pulling back. I wipe my face quickly, shaking my head.

I had been an angel who fell from heaven. When I first arrived in the human world, I had no memories and could not tell a red light from a green one. Evelyn Sheridan took me home. She taught me how to dress and how to eat, and she taught me to call her my wife. In our first year of marriage, I handed a guest a glass of dish soap to drink, and she laughed and smoothed it over for me. In the second year, I spent half the night chatting with a goldfish a guest had given us, and her expression stayed dark all evening. By the third year, she no longer smiled at me. She began bringing home a man named Hudson Lowry more often. She said he had a terminal illness and needed my blessing. I agree

She shoved a cane into my hands and said, “You can get upstairs by yourself, can’t you? What a nuisance.” I nodded. Using the cane to guide myself, I stepped onto the tactile guiding tiles on the floor, feeling the raised bumps beneath my feet. For a moment, I lost myself in the sensation. Shawn had installed these bumps himself when we first arrived at the Mercer estate. He had done it just to make things easier for me, his blind little sister. However, just as I was about to walk into my room, a set of hurried, angry footsteps approached from behind. “Hold it right there!”