Stephanie Mcmahon Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Stephanie's features came into focus, and the displeasure written across her face was impossible to miss. “Sorry I interrupted you two,” she said, although her tone suggested she wasn't sorry at all. Her gaze shifted toward Mireya, slowly sweeping over her from head to toe with an intensity I immediately disliked. Stephanie was a powerful female Alpha, one who had spent most of her life believing she could have anything she wanted simply because very few people had the strength to deny her. She had only just met my future Luna, yet the displeasure in her eyes was already obvious.

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

“Did you finish your homework?! Did you get good grades on your exams?! Looks like all that studying was wasted on you! Your stepmom even cooked and called you to eat, but you didn’t come out! Do we need to feed you like a baby?!” My face was on fire, and my ears were ringing. My ears, eyes, and scalp all throbbed with pain. I did not dare look up. I stared blankly at his slippers and whispered nervously, “I didn’t…” But I did not dare to explain myself. My whole body was shaking. “Didn’t what?! I’ve raised you all these years! Don’t I know exactly what kind of person you are?!” His voice rumbled like thunder and shook the room.

Then she smacked my face, of course, because that was what she did when she got embarrassed. If only she was not about to be my stepsister… I'd take her in a heartbeat. I would be a hypocrite if I said I never fantasized about her. When her bruises got better, Kara started wearing more revealing clothes, and it was great but also torturous. I kid you not, I got hard whenever I think about her and that night in the woods. She almost got raped by a psychopath and I got hard because I fucking hugged her. Like, how messed up was that?

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

They shout questions whenever the door opens, even if it’s just a delivery. Cole, did Niccola run away? Is this connected to Monica? Did she leave because she couldn’t handle motherhood? I can’t decide what disgusts me more. Their hunger or their creativity. Another knock sounds, soft, hesitant. “Come in,” I call, voice rough. Steph slips inside, closing the door behind her like she’s sealing out the noise. Her face is drawn tight with exhaustion, but her eyes are clear. She walks straight to Aiden’s bassinet, checks him instinctively, then looks at me.

Stephanie POV I nodded at her. If she had shown me her true color from the first day we met, I might not be having this trauma. I knelt down there thinking what might go wrong. Last night we were still eating together like good friends. Why did she turn into an enemy all of a sudden? As I was battling internally with my thoughts, I felt a sharp pain all through my body and I screamed in agony. "If I'm talking to you, you open your mouth to talk. Can you hear me?"

Stephanie has a hell-twisted personality. “I will kill you. Throw your dead body into the deep ocean. No one will know,” she laughed before walking away. Should I be scared? Yes, I should be scared by now, but why do I feel like laughing at this. If that was Stephanie pretending to be my father, how did she manage to obtain those pictures and letters? What is her connection to my real father? Damn, her. I swear, I will tie her like how she ties me once I get out of her. . c.m. louden

The long-term confinement and terror eventually drove her completely insane. Now, all she does is scribble on the walls, muttering, "I'm the Godfather's wife," a complete, raving lunatic. My father and stepmother, after being stripped of everything and kicked out of Chicago, quickly burned through what little they had left. They ended up on the streets, begging for scraps. Sometimes I think, this must be what they call karma. And me? With Victor's support, I returned to the world of professional racing. Two years later, in Monaco, I stood on the highest step of the podium, holding the championship trophy.

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.