Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

Shit I don’t get anxiety but tonight it was overwhelming at the thought of introducing her to the guests we have tonight. “What? of course not” Maria denied straightening herself out as she was left standing on the last step alone since Aimee was now being caressed in Lorenzo’s arms. His previous furry no longer visible as he placed a kissed to her lips. “You look exquisite” Marcel complemented offering Maria his hand, her smile was so bright and genuine that I made a mental note to bring it out again tonight, I loved the site. “Thank you, it was a gift from a very handsome man” she said placing her hand in his as she allowed him to help her from the last step.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

As Zoey’s voice grew louder, Stephanie simply continued directing the setup with a calm smile, refusing to let the negativity seep into the atmosphere. Zoey, however, wasn’t one to be ignored. Her frustration grew with every passing moment, and it only infuriated her more that Stephanie wasn’t reacting. She stormed over to one of the other mothers, her voice sharp. "Can you believe this? We’re wasting precious time and money on this nonsense. Does anyone really think this is necessary?" Marissa glanced at Stephanie before answering carefully. "I think it’s nice, actually," Marissa said, her tone calm. "The children deserve to have a bit of fun during the festival, and Stephanie’s put a lot o

She headed to her room and proceeded to the bathroom to freshen up. * Mary entered Stephanie’s room looking very hot. She wore a back crop top and flared Jean pants. She wore a beautiful black sandal and carried a beautiful cross-bag. “Wow,” Stephanie said after checking her outfit out. “How do I look?” Mary made a quick turn, and Stephanie kissed her fingers. “You look absolutely beautiful, Mary. Wow, I haven’t seen you dress so hot like this. Who is this friend of yours?” Stephanie teased, and Mary lowered her head shyly.

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.

The grave's soil was still fresh, screaming of a lost soul. “I’m sorry nanny. It didn't have to come to this. All you had to do was to disappear to the depths of this world where no one would ever find you. I’m not a bad person. The problem is…I get a little bit agitated when someone doesn't listen to me.” Stephanie said, pretending to sound broken. She continued to scroll through the picture, stumbling upon Katerina's pictures which Matteo had sent along with the grave pictures. “Poor girl,” She said, staring at the picture of Katerina kneeling in madness. When she was done, she raised the glass in the air triumphantly.

At least getting her out of the way was so easy, now I would have to deal with the client who had made me break my initial appointment with my daughter. Well, I am Stephanie Iris but ever since I got married to Adrian, I had a change of name to Stephanie Adams Colman. One of the biggest Perfume merchants in Italy, with the best of brand . I had no reason to lack anything and I command my empire, besides that I had some other side businesses you wouldn't want to know about. Enough about me.....

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

Because she didn't help lift her skirt that day, it had now become an unforgivable offense. "Since that's the case, I'll take my leave now!" Without waiting for the assistant to call Nathalia over, Mariana had already tactfully decided to leave. Stephany originally thought that Mariana would plead, but she didn't expect that she would be so straightforward. She didn't like her design, so she organized her script and planned to leave. Stephany still harbored hatred towards her in her heart, so how could she let her leave so easily? "Wait!" Just as Mariana was about to reach the door, Stephany berated her. Then, she shrugged her shoulders and walked in front of her with an imposing manner. She

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.