Stephanie Plum Books Novels & Stories

Worse still, Jack and Augus—both wielding terrifying magical powers—remained on the sidelines, watching like predators waiting to pounce when needed. Perhaps surrendering could buy us time. Perhaps I could find a way to exploit their arrogance. I turned to Stephanie, intending to share my thoughts, but she moved before I could speak. With a furious cry, she lunged forward, kicking away the soldiers attempting to strangle Jasmine with a rope. She pulled Jasmine to her feet and then sprang into action again. Stephanie moved like a whirlwind, breaking the soldier’s wrist with a sharp strike and kicking another squarely in the stomach. The sickening crunch of breaking bones was followed by a wet

I paid them no mind. As I passed by, Alex's precarious stack of books toppled over the aisle of desks. "Hey! What's your problem?" My surprise was evident as I faced Alex, only to catch Annie biting her pen, offering a smug smile. Bending down, I reached for the scattered books. But before I could gather them up, someone else's hands intervened, snatching away the book I had just secured. "It's lucky for you, Alex, that Scarlett wasn't injured. Had she been, you'd share the blame," I heard Stephanie say as she slammed the book onto his desk, nearly clipping his finger in the process.

Stephanie said in a lower but timid tone as if she had been bullied mercilessly before her brother's arrival. “Birds of the same feathers!” Avery mumbled a glaring dagger at the brother and sister. “Brother, she has your blue orchid with her… I told her it's a reserved place for you alone but she wouldn't listen!” Stephanie said the moment she recalled how she had stopped Avery from entering but yet she proved to be strong-headed and still went inside. “Brother, can you hear her?” Stephanie whined with teary eyes while grinning her ears. Of course, she planned to get back at her and it wouldn't be so bad using her brother to seek her revenge.

If they had more rebels in the pack, they would crumble and Phoebe would not stick around with them. I leaned back in the chair, letting my hands fall to the armrests. My pack was stable. My warriors were loyal. My enemies were quiet. Yet I felt like everything was slipping. A knock came. Not loud. Not rushed. Just three slow taps. “Come in,” I said, not bothering to sit up straight. The door opened, and Stephanie stepped inside. She wore a pale green dress. Too thin for the weather. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face. I noticed her eyes before anything else. They looked tired.

Feeling seen and vulnerable, like a specimen under a scope, Stephie quickly stuffed the cash back in her purse, then she checked the time on her phone and busied herself with the wet buildings outside the car's window. ___________________________ Hey guys! Here is our pilot chapter. I hope you enjoyed. Let me know by COMMENTING, AND SHARING! Lots of ❤❤❤ -Tania

Dayos POV; I walk back into the restaurant and return to my seat with Derrick and Esther. I find Derrick is almost done with his food and Esther is half way through hers. "I have a plan. "I announce before taking a spoon of rice into my mouth and the spoon dancing about between Esthers fingers on her plate stops dead. "Sorry, what? "Derrick questions and I roll my eyes. "I have a plan to apprehend himl" I reply. "Why not leave this to the cops? "Derrick questions and my brows furrow.

I plaster a cheeky smirk on my face and walk into the office. “Long time no see, Adam Phlem. I have a proposal that would benefit both of us,” came rushing out of my mouth. I fixed my gaze on him and I’ll admit, he wasn’t bad looking. Okay he is smoking Hot. His ocean-Blue eyes stared at me with so much intensity, I was sure I would combust on the spot. “Stephanie, are you supposed to be dead?” He asked in a cold voice, laced with the tiniest bit of curiosity. Ahah!

Stephanie’s voice floated through. “Yes, come in,” I called out. Stephanie opened the door, smiling warmly. “Good day, ma’am.” She nodded politely at Miriam. “Good day, ma’am. You’re welcome.” I grinned. “Miriam, this is Stephanie, the only lovely soul in this house. The one I love the most right now and the only person in this house who doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out.” “Wow. And here I thought I was your favorite.” Miriam gushed.

Due to how our communication went through telepathy, only a few split-seconds had passed, thus, not drawing in the suspicions of the beast trappers. I raised my head up in mustered courage, before saying: “I am the great Stephanie from the Phantom Dynasty and I am currently on a mission here.” “Stephanie? Phantom Dynasty? I've never heard of any of these?” said the leader, sincerely and inquiringly. “Huhn? What is this place called?”

Stephanie always said she found peace in the organized clutter of the library, and it wasn't hard to see why. "Hey, Stephanie," I greeted her, approaching the desk where she was meticulously cataloging a stack of books. Stephanie glanced up from her tight grid of library cards, a strand of light blonde hair slipping from her bun to frame her face in that distractingly adorable way. Her gaze, serious and studious, softened at the sight of me. "Good afternoon, Alpha Brock. The history section has resorted to warfare again," she quipped, the corner of her mouth turning up in a wry smile. Her humor, always straight as a dart, never failed to make my heartbeat erratic.