Stephanie Plum Books Novels & Stories

“You’ll regret underestimating him.” Stephanie stepped forward, her boots clicking against the floor. She crouched beside me, her eyes filled with mock sympathy. “You know,” she mused, “I had your severed hand fed to the dogs.” I blinked. Her grin widened. “They died.” A sickening chill ran down my spine. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Too much bile, I guess.” My stomach twisted, nausea clawing at me. “You’re lying,” I rasped.

It wasn't until he finally got up and went to the bathroom that Cara Reyes finally dared to release her lower lip she'd bitten down on until it bled. The bathroom door was ajar. She watched through the crack in the door as Austin carefully rubbed the nightgown with his fingers and even sniffed it at times with a dazed look in his eyes. "Winter… Winnie…" Winter Langford was Austin's younger stepsister. Half an hour later, Austin finally came back to the bed, but he still kept an arm's distance away from Cara. He didn't even touch her throughout the entire ordeal, but Cara couldn't go back to sleep anymore. She kept her eyes wide as she lay awake, lost in her memories.

Stephanie had packed up her stuff and was about to leave the compound when she decided to make one last stop at Amelia’s cabin. She knocked on the door and Amelia opened it, not knowing who was there. Amelia was shocked to see Stephanie standing on her doorstep and wondered what she could possibly have to say. “I just wanted to come over and tell you that even though I’m leaving the camp, I will have my way and Blake will be mine.” Stephanie stood with her hands on her hips, as if trying to intimidate Amelia.

Steph’s office is towards the end of the east hallway with a gold metal plaque on the side of the door that reads 321 Stephanie Taylor. A few other doors are reading other people's names too. I knock on the door and hear her say come in. When I walk in she’s sitting behind a mahogany desk with a comfortable-looking white chair behind it. The walls are a light slate blue and with beautiful landscape photos of sceneries from other countries. On her desk sits a laptop, phone, notebooks, pens, and small green plants, it’s so cute in here. She stands up and hugs me. “Give me one sec Mills, I’ll get you a chair,” Steph says leaving me for a minute and coming back with a folded white plastic chair.

"My new stepsister arrived today." They reacted the way I expected them to—like a bunch of animals. They were hooting and hollering, making a whole lot of noise that made my head hurt. Tommy was the only sensible one. "So, if you're mad, it means things didn't go according to plan?" I gulped the whiskey down and savored the feeling of it burning all the way down my throat. "Let's just say we have nothing in common. I can't stand women like her."

“Wow, you’re actually insane. Honestly, is this really the best time for your lonely little fantasies?” “You’re a lot of things, Stephanie,” I said quietly, stepping closer to her so that she had to look up at me. “But you’re not stupid. And neither am I. It wasn’t just some random attack. It was planned. And I think that it was planned by you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, though the smirk stayed in place. “You certainly hold yourself in high regard, believing I’d squander any of my assets on the likes of you.”

Kelly screamed and went over the top again. When Stephanie left the school that evening, there was a smile on her sticky face. She was happy that she had pleased Kelly, but she was also surprised at how much she liked it. She ate the young woman to three strong climaxes and would have continued had she not pushed her away. She could still taste Kelly's juice on her lips... and she had her panties in her purse, which she would use to masturbate with when she got home. She wasn't even going to wash her face tonight. Chapter 6

Lowel’s pace fastened as he walked around the room clearly meditating. Stephanie sat on the black couch, her right leg crossed over the left as she leaned her back into the chair, filing her nails and chewing ever so nonchalantly. “I knew that Rosealba girl was up to no good. Such a witch.” She spat in disgust, still filing he nails.

Amelia felt her heart pounding as she looked at the report her investigator had put together. Ruby had moved into Stephan's house. The evidence was undeniable – photos of them laughing over dinner at his place, strolling together in public and even shopping. Doubt and confusion clouded Amelia's mind as she grappled with the revelation. Stephan hated shopping but the pictures showed that he was enjoying shopping with her Amelia walked nervously into her office, repeatedly checking the report for any evidence that could kill her suspicion. However, everything was clear and undeniable

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.