Stephanie Plum Fanfic Novels & Stories

The pack grounds felt alive, buzzing with joy, comfort, and this tight-knit warmth that made my chest ache in the best way. “Alright,” I said, clapping my hands together, “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. Joey, what’s our plan?” She leaned in close, whispering like we were plotting a dangerous heist. “Simple. Distract them with your charm and beauty, while I sneak behind and steal the flag.” I blinked at her. “That’s… actually brilliant.” “I know,” she said smugly. “Now don’t mess it up.”

She threw me a kiss in the air, took the empty tray, and left the room, closing the door behind herself. As soon as the sound of her footsteps faded, I let myself fall backward on the mattress of the bed, letting out a deep sigh that made my chest vibrate. The names and faces of the fraternity guys passed through my head in quick flashes. Who would be the perfect guy to keep the fire away from Luke? I pulled out the phone and searched for the contact of the only person who had enough nerve to pack a bag in ten minutes and get on a private plane with two strangers. I pressed the call button with a predatory smile.

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

They could argue for twenty minutes straight about whose fault it is that the dogs were covered in pollen again, or why Stephanie re-arranged the pantry solely based on vibe, or why Brayden kept leaving his dishes near the sink instead of in the sink. And honestly, part of me wasn’t surprised about how often they clashed. Stephanie had hated Brayden in the beginning. In her defense, he was related to the person who killed her sister, and she thought Brayden and Benjamin were cut from the same cloth. Brayden, on his part, wasn’t exactly used to teenagers. The closest he’d ever come to was probably an overachieving intern who called him sir and never made eye contact. Stephanie was loud, drama

Ginny couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She just stared at Raymond, her mind reeling with the horrifying realization that her stepfather was the man from her one-night stand. It felt like her world was collapsing in slow motion, every moment stretching into eternity. Raymond’s eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of recognition flashing across his face before he quickly replaced it with a polite, if somewhat strained, smile. “Ginny, it’s so nice to finally meet you” He said, his voice steady but with an undertone of discomfort.

I said, my words faltering as I sought to rectify the misunderstanding. Stephanie's gaze narrowed, her eyes flashing with a mix of sadness and triumph. "Well, I'm glad you didn't," she retorted, her voice laced with the weight of unshed tears and a hint of vindication. "And I'm even more glad that I've finally gotten over you. Just like Emily, I fell deeply in love with you a year ago, but you never returned my affection." My mouth opened to explain, to justify my actions, but Stephanie's words cut me off.

Without thinking, I ran to the stranger and hugged him tightly, whispering against his chest: ‎ ‎“Save me… please.” ‎The entire hall gasped. ‎Lila shouted, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!” ‎ ‎I looked up at the tall man with pleading eyes and said the words that would change everything: ‎ ‎“Marry me.” ‎ ‎

"You... you were here..." "Yes, I was," I reply, forcing a bright, fake smile onto my face as I gracefully adjust my hair in the mirror and then wash my hands painfully slowly. I don't give them the satisfaction of a scene. Turning on my heel, I gracefully walk out of the room, leaving them standing in their own awkwardness. Though I look calm and unruffled on the outside, inside, I am a mess. Who the hell is Stephanie? What kind of profound relationship does she have with Noah?

Noah’s POV As I drag Stephanie out of the room and down the stairs she is kicking and screaming to be let go. I know that there is no love loss between her and Danica. Stephanie has done everything that I have asked her to do under the assumption that I will make her my chosen mate and Luna but all of that has changed now and that just makes her hate Danica even more.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?