Stephanie Mcmahon Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

This was their sanctum of desire, the one place where phone calls, interruptions, and life’s turbulence couldn’t bother them. Even at dawn, the desert heat was intense. Stephanie, Stevie to her friends, arched back and let the rushing wind blast against her flesh. Overcome with the fever of her anticipation she pulled her skirt up, leaned back, and let the dry wind search out the moistness within her.

Where was her cool collective mother? "Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Stephanie groaned, shaking her head, “but then…No. . .It’s not. How? How could he have?-no-it should be years. Years! Year's till he finds her. No, centuries should have passed like history says....but that's the only way it could have happened. Then it means. It couldn't be! This is ridiculous...preposterous! One in a million chance! But what if it is, then...oh this can't be happening! Cos that's the only way. Then who? Who could she be? No...Still. It’s something else, it has to be...anything BUT that! But there's nothing else that could possibly! It’s her. She’s here." Stephanie finally concluded the conversation she had with

Jasmine smiled and started eating from the ramyeon ****** *The blue house* "Dad" Rachel called immediately she got home "What's wrong?" Evelyn, Her mom asked "Mom, I wanna attend Reality talent school" she pouted "Did something happened Stephanie?" Mrs Montez asked Stephanie is her daughter's personal and most trusted maid.. and Rachel do treat her well like a sister "Did something happened?" Evelyn asked again and Rachel quickly signal to Stephanie "No ma'am, nothing happened. She just likes the school that's all" Stephanie lied

Scowling, I slid to the end of the couch, leaving a distance between us as we both waited for Stephanie, our host to grace us with her presence. After a few moments, I heard her breathy voice, “Oh, I thought you men would have started a movie already?” “Without you, my lovely host? No way.” Manny said a stupid grin on his face as he turned to look at MY Stephanie. Then it hit me like a rock on my chest, Manny likes Stephanie—a lot more than either of us should and he hasn’t even tasted her cunt yet. But will his attraction to her be enough to stop him… I mentally punched myself for thinking of Manny eating her cunt while I watched.

Nick offered his hand to help me up and a name flashed inside my head once our palms touched. "Stephanie Monroe," I mumbled and he eyed me oddly. "Why would you mention that little, annoying pudgy chick?" Side-eyeing him I grinned. "That's the name of your true mate!" Nick's face fell and he looked crestfallen. "You have got to be mistaken, Steph is only eighteen and she's not, well her face is cute I suppose but she left to go to college with the humans," he muttered as I raised my brow at him and laughed.

Damian held me closely while he went through his documents. After a while, the door burst open and Stephanie walked into the office with glowing eyes and bared fangs. My eyes widened at her audacity. No one entered the Alpha's office like that. Unless they wanted to challenge the Alpha. Damian paused and stared at her without saying a word. His face was expressionless and his lips thinned into a straight line. I could already tell what was about to happen. “After everything I have sacrificed to be with you, yet you accuse me of trying to kill this whore?!” Stephanie screamed, her voice breaking and filled with hurt.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I can’t stop the horrified expression from slipping onto my face. Stephan’s laugh is sudden and loud, echoing off the walls. "Oh man, you think ‘that’s’ what this is about?" He shakes his head, still chuckling. "No, no, kid. I’m not interested. I already have an omega fiancé, and I’m loyal to him." A rush of relief floods through me, so strong I nearly feel dizzy. I exhale slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. "But," Stephan continues, his humor fading into something colder, "I’d still watch your back if I were you. Damien has... expectations. And let’s just say that those who don’t meet them don’t stick around for long."

“Yeah. I could.” She grabbed her backpack. “Let’s roll.” We headed out—she walking beside my chair, chatting the whole way like we’d known each other for years. She told me about her high-school girlfriend who ghosted her senior year, her obsession with true-crime podcasts, and the time she accidentally joined a cult yoga class thinking it was just hot yoga. I told her about running away with Elias, the club nights, and the way my dad used to lock me in rooms when I disobeyed. I didn’t mention Vane. Not yet. That felt too big, too fragile.

Steph's only response was to smile, but that was the moment Monica's life became a living hell. It'd started with a general shunning of Monica by anyone who'd enjoyed having a good relationship with Steph. Then the rumors started about her, everything from genital warts to a secret pregnancy by a family member, even alcohol abuse. The quiet persecution wore Monica down until she was a ragged wreck, and then Steph delivered the coup de grace. No one ever proved Steph was involved, but someone managed to get access to Monica's laptop and posted copies of her badly written, homoerotic fantasies on her family's screed-filled religious blog. There would be no group discussion to hash things out.

I just thought Esther was a girl I could date and mess with for the fun of it and then break up with after a few months. Break up with, post 'sad' things on my timeline and then bounce back up after a few weeks. However, Esther got me in a net. Everything about her was just mesmerizing. I mean, a 20 year old virgin, who pretends to be a bad ass whereas she a full time nerd. She thinks I don't know, but I know she writes. I've read some of her books online, she's good, and I'm one of her most devoted followers. However, she didn't and doesn't know I'm a fan. She thinks I'm just some random person who just bumped into her online. Lol.