Stephanie Plum Books Novels & Stories

By the third time, her mouth curved, not in amusement, but recognition. “So, this is your move,” she murmured. Her fingers tightened around the page. There was a clear warning, step aside or be ground up by process, reputation, attrition. Stephanie leaned back in her chair. “You don’t scare me,” she said softly. “You just tell me where to look.” She switched on her laptop. The files were already there.

She sat at the table there, lost in thought, until morning came. She took her usual seat at the head of the long table, placed her file in front of her, and opened her laptop without looking around. She already knew everyone would follow in time as they always did. Minutes later, the board members began entering one by one until the room was full. Marco entered last and closed the door behind him. "Let’s begin," she said without preamble, clasping her hands together on the table. The lights dimmed slightly, and a large map of Amalfi appeared on the screen, centered on a massive project, Amalfi Prestige Resort.

she said and left hurriedly for the kitchen. Stephanie glanced around the kitchen to ensure no one was coming. She replaced the drugs with a new one she took out from her pockets. Her phone vibrated in her pockets, when she saw the caller her face brightened. "Yes I did just as you instructed" Amelia sat beside Chloe stroking her hair gently, she closed the bedtime story book and was about to turn off the lights. She heard a knock on the door, thinking it was Liam she ignored it, it came again. "Liam never knocks twice, that arrogant man" she huffed and walked towards the door.

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

“Can I help you, miss?” “Help me?” I laughed. “Yeah, you can fucking help me by telling me why the hell you haven’t found them yet! Camila and her mom, her dad, her step brother? A whole fucking family just disappears, poof, gone, and you idiots are sitting here twiddling your thumbs?” He sighed, like I was some nuisance kid wasting his time. “Miss, we’ve been over this and I told you the case is still open, but…” “Still open? Bullshit!”

Her whole body shaking against mine and muffled sounds coming out of her that had no coherent meaning. Then we laid there in the wreckage of it all. Breathing. Sticky. Sheets completely destroyed. "Well…" I breathed to the ceiling after a moment. "Yeah," she replied. That best friend's mind thing happening again. We had barely gathered ourselves when Stephanie rolled over and reached into the stack of textbooks on the desk. “What… where are you going?" I asked, sincerely confused. She didn't answer. She didn't pull out a textbook from the stack. She pulled out a DILDO!

"I've seen a couple of your games. Good passing technique." "Thanks, Waid. Your Criminal Law essays are also quite talked about in the senior hallways," Steven responded, shaking his hand firmly before turning his entire body toward me. His green eyes locked onto my face, traveling down my neck in a deliberate way, without the slightest hint of shyness. "And you must be Riley. Logan didn't lie when he said the design faculty had the most beautiful jewel on campus." I felt my cheeks ignite a furious red. I, Riley David, the girl who pulled the strings of a vengeance against the mafia, was stammering like a silly schoolgirl in front of a sports specimen.

She walked closer until she stood facing me and brought her lips down to my neck. “I thought you said she was just a contract,” I felt the venom laced beneath her words. “But what did I see on the news?” I felt cold metal pressed to my abdomen. A gun. I almost let out a soft chuckle. Stephanie was a Mafia princess, born into the world of blood and crime, but she was no match for me. “Trying to kill me?” I tilted my head, meeting her eyes. She held that ice-cold expression. She despised anyone getting close to me and for Amelia’s sake I had to play along with Stephanie to keep her safe.

I hated the way it wrapped itself around my tongue like something forbidden – except it was definitely forbidden. She moved like she didn't know I watched her. Like she wasn't pressing every wrong button inside me. It was fucking wrong. I should have stayed silent. I should have let her tiptoe back to bed like a clueless girl in someone else's house. Only that I didn't. I didn't keep my fucking mouth shut. She walked into our lives — into my life like a goddamn flame and no one thought to put it out. Five months. That was all it took for her mother to move in with my father and play house. Now, I had a brat for a stepsister who has a sharp mouth, and liked to walk around half naked at 2am.

he snapped, walking towards the library bumping me on the shoulder as he did so. "Asshole," I spoke under my breath, hoping he didn't hear me. I walked towards the hall's kitchen, allowing the overloading scent of delicious cooked food fill my nostrils as I took a peek at what was to be served tonight. Rows and rows of food were lined up, ranging from a whole load of meat to the desserts and fruits, as well as the champagne and drinks on one end of the bench. I noticed that Stephanie, who was one of the cooks here, an omega who I was good friends with was seemingly cooking up something. I walked over to her, a small skip in my step like a child.