Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

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.

...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.

Mara raised an eyebrow and looked out the window. "What do you want from me?" Mara was very fierce and she just wanted this Keren lady to go straight to the point. "I like your attitude and like you, I also love to hit the nail on the head. Here is the thing" Keren was beginning to make sense to Mara finally. "I'm listening" Mara finally looked at her. "I deal with other things, smuggling them in and out of the country and I would need your help to do that" Keren was blunt.

While driving, Marcel eye's was all over Stephanie body he kept staring and smiled again when they finally arrived at the party everyone eyes turned to steph she didn't know if to love the attention or to be scared she was hardly noticed in campus by the popular bodies nor ever been invited to any private party of theirs. When they arrived Marcel and eye's started screaming everyone was drinking half already drunk save your tears by the weekend and Ariana grande was already playing loudly she immediately felt out of place Marcel also started drinking with his hands all over her she wasn't liking it anymore . Audrey went to pick Stephanie up so they could abith attend the exhibition together

She was glad he was okay. Afterward, Tessa went ahead to stand next to the restaurant's employees. There were quite a lot, and she stood next to the few she knew; Marissa. “Those bitches will pay for harming Mr. Gabriele. So don't worry, 'kay Tessa?” The extremely tattooed, rebel-looking but overly sweet Marissa whispered to Tessa. “I'm already working on it!” She snickered, recalling how successful she almost is in taking Maria's spot in being a ballet dancer of the W Empire, the biggest entertainment industry.

“Go get her!“ Mr Miller said to his goons. Five minutes later, two of the Black Mamba guys came into the room with Stephanie in their possession. She was a woman of about fifty-eight. Far older than her late baby daddy, Gomez Waxson. She fell to her knees immediately when the guys brought her to Mr Miller. Darkie and the other guys were making sure the other women in the room were not freaking-out. “Please... you've killed Gomez Waxson and got what you wanted. And now there's no member of our family that's a threat to you. I beg—” “Stephanie Waxson.“ Mr Miller grinned, making a show of using his left leg to touch Stephanie's jaw. “Why did you run when you're so sure that “no member of your f

Trauma had taught her that chaos punished the unprepared. There were gaps. Years missing. Abrupt absences from public life that coincided too closely with the dates Mother Margaret had once fumbled over. There was a marriage announcement and then nothing. She opened a second browser. Then a third. Monet leaned back slowly, one hand pressing to her sternum as different little facts jumped at her one open tab at a time. One thing was certain, Stephanie Jacobs was erased. She didn’t die. The thought was not relief. It was not rage.

Stephanie wore a disappointed look as she rose to her feet to face Gabriella. Marco opened his mouth to speak but Gabriella beat him to it. “I want my phone and clothes. I'm leaving.” Marco tensed. Gabriella noticed and ignored it. He'd rejected her and she wasn't desperate enough to watch them play around in front of her. “I haven't cleared you to leave yet,” Stephanie said immediately, walking towards with a hand outstretched. “I'm Stephanie, your doctor for tonight.” Gabriella quickly checked her out, wondering if Marco's taste was a tall young doctor with blonde hair.

“Steph, what…” I don’t let her finish. I took her hand and told her. “Shush and come with me. I’ll explain it to you later.” Marie does as I told her, looking at the four of us in silence. Marie Moore is the best OB/GYN surgeon on the East Coast. She has several subspecialties, such as also being a fetal surgeon. She is an eminence, and she is a good friend. We arrive at her office when she tells us. “We are already in a safe environment. Can you tell me what is happening? Don’t tell me you murdered Matthew."