Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

She says, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You’re a rogue. A picture of him, and your mom and you can’t be enough evidence. I need something more valid.” He says, locking eyes with her. She seemed lost for a minute then suddenly gasped, rushing to stand up. “I- I have a birth mark. My mother told me every of William’s off spring would bear the mark so that should prove it to you.” She says, pulling off her sweater, leaving in nothing but a white camisole. “W-what are you doing? This is inappropriate.” Beta Mateo snapped, rushing to stop the lady.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I glanced at Kane, who was pretending not to watch my reaction but was clearly hanging on every expression that crossed my face. "You told her about the crystal cakes?" "I wanted to make sure you could recreate your mother's recipe perfectly. Harper knew the exact technique your mother used." "I have some great news to share. That Serena had her mate bond severed, and now no one in the entire pack can stand her. Her vicious mother also suddenly died - I suspect Damon had rogue wolves do it." The names meant nothing to me, but I could sense the satisfaction in Harper's words. "Serena sounds like someone I should know."

He demanded before she could even say a word. “I am in the garden area of the party hall. I don't have time, Boris. If you want to meet me. Come,” she ended the call and Boris frowned at her strange behaviour. However, he ignored it and strode towards the garden to see her. His heart told him that something was off with her. Stephanie stared at the dark sky blankly. Her eyes were welled with tears. For the last twenty five years she had been suffering abuse in every sense of the world. Today, the Italian Mafia changed its Owner and Stephanie was now hell determined to change her fate as well.

Stephanie Voss was touching herself. Stephanie, his boss’s stunning 38-year-old wife. Long hair, full breasts, hourglass figure that haunted his dreams. She was supposed to be at yoga. Instead, she lay on the bed wearing nothing but an open robe, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in her pussy. Marco froze, pruning shears slipping from his grip. He should look away. He should walk to the other side of the garden. But his feet wouldn’t move. His cock hardened instantly against his pants as he watched her.

Years passe by, and Thelia as a teenager at the time, learned to live with the fact that Stephanie was now part of the family. Stephanie on the other hand, was a social worker whom Mr Actona had mat during a charity function. Mr Actona had donated to the NGO she was working with and soon became a partner. Months after, the both of them started going out on dates. Stephanie was stunning, and the fifty-three year old man was handsome too. Things worked out and they decided to get married. Since Stephanie got married to Mateo, she had tried her best to warm up to her step daughter over the years, but they were only ever cool with each other, not too close. Stephanie accepted her relationship wi

(Mariah Mills) It was shocking to hear but that what was Helena Mendoza were proposing to us. “Stephanie De Gusto..wife of Anthony De Gusto…formerly known as Stephanie Jean Russo, the heiress to the Russo Food Industries..Which has gone bankrupt after her marriage with Anthony De Gusto..have 3 child with Anthony De Gusto in their 15 years of marriage…that is all her public records have though…Oh, and she were also the head of Human Resource in the Gusto Energy Corporations….that’s about it..”. (Ran Hyun Ok)

“I’m a journalist, and I’m damn good at it. If you don’t want a weird little story about you starting to make the rounds, you’d better keep that poisonous little mouth shut... or you’re going to learn what power really looks like.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Marcella’s livid face was pure poetry. I heard footsteps outside. Stephanie straightened up, much taller than both of us. “So think twice before you put on another show like this. Victoria Greco... is untouchable,” she said, flat and final, with a level of arrogance I’d never even dared to feel. Marcella’s red-rimmed eyes flicked to her in fear, then landed on me, full of rage. The kind of hate that never leaves.

And as I turned I came face to face with a cool uninterested beauty who was their daughter, Bella Costa. Stephanie Costa possessed the pale flawless complexion that Bella Costa had been bestowed in her genes but in her case it was combined with pure, classical features and beautiful long black hair. Though she had aged, she has flawless skin. She was less than pleased to see me and responded to Marcs presence with immediate warmth. Somethings never change I thought and felt like slapping them both and I tried to ignore them. Marc appeared reluctant to move away from me but his attention was distracted by a tall man standing beside Bella Costa.

she says slowly, “you’re defending him right now.” “I’m just saying—” “You used to eat guys like him for breakfast,” she cuts in. That makes me pause. Stephanie continues, her voice softer but firm. “You’re the Marcella who doesn’t give a damn about any guy. The Marcella who makes men cry and then goes out for ice cream afterward.” Despite myself, I let out a small laugh. She points at me immediately. “See? That Marcella.” Her expression turns serious again. “But right now… you’re letting Lucas affect you.”