Stephanie Plum Books Novels & Stories

“I don’t think Halloway’s sister is dead.” His face becomes shuttered and he immediately lets go of me. “What are you talking about, Mira? Are you sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine!” I screech. “I’m perfectly fine! And I’m telling you that Hayley Stephens is not dead. That bitch is very much alive and I can prove it.” THE END…? *** My dear, beautiful readers. Thank you so much for reading this far. This author is eternally grateful. This, however, marks the end of book three in this series.

Isla pushed slowly, but immediately, a tense confrontation ensued. Amidst the clash, a blade from one of the men drew dangerously close to Stephanie's mouth, slicing through the rope that bound her lips. Liberated, Stephanie began to conjure spells aimed at Isla. “I would show you who I really am,” she stretched her hands in Isla’s direction, twirling them, and I saw a white spark heading towards Isla. Swiftly, I jumped in, pushing Isla away, and the white spark hit one of the paintings in the room. Like a boomerang, it bounced back, striking Stephanie in the chest.

After all, he would be so successful in the future, handsome and good-natured. Jasmine was the female protagonist in a romance novel and Stephen was the male protagonist in the counterattack novel. These were obviously two different novels. Why do these two protagonists appear by her side at the same time? What is going on in this world?’ Olivia couldn't figure out the problem, and she didn't bother to think about it again. Before they finished their meal, Grandma Gill's old phone rang. It was the person who came to visit the house who said that they had arrived downstairs.

It was beyond what she was thinking, and I could not wait to see her eat her words when the time came. I hope she will be able to repeat herself after the blue moon. "Jealousy does not suit you, Pamela. Your daughter had no chance with either of them. Now you are taking your anger out on these innocent women for getting what you wanted for your daughter. What is it with you council women and social climbing? I hope you can repeat this in the presence of Sylvester, Marcel and Theodore," Stephanie said, and the woman's smile faded.

She explained to Stephanie “Friend?” Stephanie was surprised “Yes! We’re just friends. And you’re….” Pamela was about to ask then James cut her “Pamela, she is Mr Miller’s wife,” James told Pamela Stephanie saw Jacob walk to her direction and she turned to him, ignoring Pamela and James. “Madam,” Jacob spoke Stephanie nodded, then turned to James, “Tell him about the incident and how far your investigation is,” Then she turned to Pamela, “You’re there, right? Tell him more later!”

She releases an exhale before saying, “When will I find my mate? Someone that would be my prince charming?" “Stephanie!” Peace hisses, “Do you know where you lie? Get up!” Immediately, Stephanie rises to her feet, like the bed has burned her. “Shit, shit,” she says on repeat as she hurriedly dresses the bed to perfection. Peace slaps a hand over her forehead and sighs heavily. She brings her wristwatch to her face and meets her sister’s eyes. “Our work here is done; we need to leave,” she tells Stephanie, who nods in response. I scowl.

This was not the appropriate time to be feeling this way. Stephan smiled in amusement at Elizabeth's jibe at me. I suspected that he was aware of what she was doing. "That is Pamela and she does serve me in a way," Stephan said in a jovial tone. I did not find it funny because I believed that Stephan had no right to tell this pampered girl about what went on between us. "She is also handy with a gun," Stephan added like he was advertising me. "So she loves to get dirty," Elizabeth said as she eyed me with a mocking expression.

Stephen appeared in his room, then he stripped and went to take a long shower.. After his shower, he settled in some black pants as usual with no shirts on and he walked and sat down on his bed with his eyes closed trying to calm down his nerves… * * * Ameliah kept the book she bought in her drawer and she wore back her uniform before walking out of her room, heading to Stephen’s room to do the cleaning… She opened the door and walked in before putting on the lights and she gasped as she saw Stephen sitting on his bed with his eyes closed… It looks like something big happened because he wasn’t in his good mood.

“You should take a seat and not make your seductive moves over here.” “Oh, I will,” I say easily. “But don’t think this conversation is over.” I turn away, heart pounding, and head for a small table by the window. Stephanie plops down across from me, eyes shining with mischief and disbelief. “Girl,” she whispers, stirring her coffee, “you just walked into a rom-com, a soap opera, and a crime documentary all at once.” I stare into my cup, watching the steam curl upward. “He’s a mess,” I mutter.

I said calmly. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she walked in, her steps were composed like she owned the space she stepped into. Darius left my office immediately. Stephanie stopped a few feet from the desk. “I heard things have changed,” she said lightly and my gaze shifted to her. “You’ve been hearing a lot lately.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I make it my business too.” Of course she did, Stephanie Vale didn’t survive in Moonfall by being uninformed.