Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

“What?” “You’re pregnant. I’m not blind.” Mara crossed her arms. “You’ve been here months, and no one visits. No calls. What are you running from?” Stephanie’s pulse raced. “It’s none of your business.” “It is if you’re putting this hotel at risk.” Mara stepped closer. “I’ve seen the news. Rich CEO’s wife goes missing. You look a lot like her.” Stephanie shoved past her, bile rising in her throat. *Stupid. So stupid.* She’d cut her hair, dyed it darker, but paranoia clawed at her. Was Adriana watching? Had Leon given up?

As if she was embarrassed after I caught her lying. She slowly held her stomach. After seeing her reaction, I couldn't help but chuckle. "But your stomach says otherwise, Magda," I teased and started the car's engine. "Let's eat." "But—" I did not wait for her to protest. I started the car immediately and drove it away. * * * * Just a few minutes passed, and we arrived at a restaurant. I got outside the car and walked inside the resto. The staff assisted me and I ordered Italian food for taking out because we can't eat inside the resto. The reason is, that Magda can't enjoy her dinner here due to her appearance and some other people will judge her looks. So in the end, we decided to eat insi

~ASHTON~ I felt a surge of anger and frustration directed at myself. I shouldn't have been so consumed with worry about Hazel, especially considering my mate was right beside me, seeking a rare moment of solitude away from the chaos. It irked me that my thoughts kept drifting back to my step-sister's safety. Despite her reassurance and the limited training sessions we had together, I still harbored concerns about her ability to handle any unforeseen dangers that might come her way.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

I rolled my eyes and walked away, slowly this time, and I didn’t stop him when he followed. ⸻ Matteo It’s her, not Marcella, but Sareena Morelli. After years of watching her in Boston and watching her sister Sophia in New York, she shows up in my city, and damn if she doesn’t look exactly like Marcella. A little younger, and a whole lot softer. She’s uncertain about the world around her, like she’s waiting for it to bite.

I suggested. “I agree. Our partners are in need of gems and we have promised them a ton of it already. If we are going to be able to deliver on time then we need to start working immediately,” Marcus added. I gave him a small smile of appreciation. Damian nodded distractedly. His focus was on someone else above my shoulders. I turned around to see Stephanie's walking towards us. She was dressed provocatively. The gown she wore was very distracting. It had furs at the sleeves and it was just above her knees. She looked like someone going to see her lover, not someone coming from an assignment. What was she trying to do?

The morning sun light unexpectedly overflowed in from outside, making her squint her eyes somewhat. She had heard that her mother's new boyfriend's last name was Carter. Each time she heard this name, she really wanted to be dazed. The trees outside the window were lavish and equally lined. She absentmindedly looked at the trees and walkways. While lost in her thoughts, another mind link came through. "Ms. Leanor, the backdrop and floor tiles you needed are unavailable. Should we go with the old design?" Leanor scratched her head, disheveling her hair, in spite of the fact that her voice resisted the urge to panic,

Stephanie: We are going shopping tonight. Emma: No. Stephanie: Wrong answer. Emma: Still no. Maya: You’re coming. Emma: Why? Stephanie: Because I need a dress. Maya: Because she needs a dress. Stephanie: Because I am carrying this entire gala on my shoulders. Emma: Dramatic. Stephanie: Accurate. Maya: Dramatic. Stephanie: Traitor. Emma smiled despite herself. Beside her, Rowan looked relieved.

Her father assured her. "Besides, Stephanie was a sane woman. She wouldn't give up the glory that she had just for a man." He continued, "She worked hard everything that she had right now–especially her title as Marquis of Arrazola. She wouldn't risk burning the bridge between our collaboration just for that."