Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

Marcello replied. "And what about the pack…" Francesco began, but something caught my eye and I completely lost interest. By a golden spiral staircase was Max, but that's not who I was looking at. It was the woman next to him. She looked just like my mother, same dark hair and tanned skin. Even her eyes were the same shade of dark brown. She looked a little younger than her though, maybe 25-ish.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Laura remembers that in the past, Stephan and Maria would buy some jewelry for her every time they went to the marshal's residence. Maria is really a wise person, willing to give a small favor, but put the big thing on her head, relying on her and Robert to claim their money again and again.

"Why are you doing this to me?" "You always act so innocent, like a saint, attracting everyone's attention!" Chantel sneered, her arms crossed, her eyes full of disdain. "You took Jax. As long as you are around, he only sees you! It's absurd that the Moon Goddess would choose a bitch like you as her mate!" Chantel stood up straight, looking down at Amelia with icy detachment. "But now, everything is back on track. Expelled, rejected-all these are traps I've created for you, my dear sister."

She carried a small woven basket and wore simple, practical clothes that seemed out of place in the opulent room. "Hello?" the woman ventured softly, stepping inside and closing the door with exaggerated care. "My name’s Mara. I’m… well, I help with healing sometimes. Elara said you might…" She trailed off, her gaze sweeping over Novah’s rigid posture, the untouched broth, the tear tracks drying on her cheeks. Mara’s expression softened with genuine concern. "Oh, dear heart. You look like you’ve been dragged through the briars backwards." She approached slowly, like one might approach a wounded animal, and set her basket down beside Elara’s offerings. "Mind if I sit?" She gestured to a chair

She swore that this will be the last time serving Stephan because she'd escape tonight! She made it to the living room and silently stood in front of him. Her head was hung down, so she missed the look on Stephan's face when he saw her. Stephan's breath hitched the moment she stepped in. Fuck! When he asked his assistant to bring those, he never thought they will fit Mariana perfectly. It accentuated her exquisite 'S' shape figure perfectly. Her long silky hair cascaded indolently down her smooth shoulders. Her delicate face was so ravishing that it resembled a pink rose that had just bloomed, and was especially enchanting.

The door was cracked open—just a sliver—but it was enough. I stopped dead. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Through the crack, I saw Stephanie, Brie’s mom. She was sprawled out across the center of the king-sized bed, completely naked. Her ebony skin was glistening, looking like it had been polished with expensive oils. She was breathtaking—curvy in all the right places, with breasts that looked heavy and soft.

Across the table, Alessio’s eyes found mine. He stared. And I didn’t look away. “You look... stunning,” he said softly, loud enough that only I could hear. I gave him a slight nod, then took my seat across from Stephanie. Her eyes rolled so hard I half expected them to fall out of her head. “Red suits you,” she said, her voice full of mockery. “Very... bold.” I smiled. “Thank you. I figured I should match the company.” Lorenzo snorted. “Can we not throw jabs until dessert at least?”

...Cassandra POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Christian, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was an exotic dancer, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Christian's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Christian by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

Having navigated through the labyrinth of cots and weaving past numerous volunteers, I spotted Stephanie engaged in conversation with Morgana, who inhabited Marcella's form. "Brock, she's oblivious to the fact that I recognize her. I'm addressing her as though she's our warrior, urging her to stand down, convincing her that she appears ill and requires medical care." As I reached Marcella's cot, Stephanie stood there, a guard shrouded in grim determination. Her eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotion, locked onto mine for a breathless moment, before losing themselves in the wretched form of Marcella—now an unfortunate vessel housing an ancient malevolence.