Stephanie Plum Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And I fuckin' vexed me. Making Pierre our wavering didn't seem like a good idea anymore. “Everyone," I commenced, swallowing down the rising bile of uncertainty and regret. "-meet Pierre Blanc. He is my stepb…” “Cousin. Stepcousin.” Pierre's voice was as clear as day as he shouted from the other end of the lounge, causing me to stare at him with shock written all over my face. He returned my gaze before flashing me a faint smile, a signal, then glanced back at the guys with a rather bright face.

“Of course, you don’t. But there were times you did, and also, the last time we had sex, you didn’t pull out, as well. I guess you were just too engrossed, seeing that you really wanted the sex.” Certainly, she was the one he had sex with, when we saw clothes, scattered around, the other day. “I do not want to ever hear this from you, or anyone.” Blaze shouted, angrily as I heard him go upstairs. “Still, you have to come to terms with the fact that I am carrying your baby!” Stephanie shouted, so he could probably hear her. It seemed to me that Stephanie wasn’t really in love with Blaze’s father. Because she couldn’t be in the mood to do this. I waited for a while, before I entered the house,

The conclusion was always the same. What she had in mind to do in order to help Billy saving the company, would force her to take a painful walk back in her past. Stephanie knew that every single word she will say to him it will make her feel like being stabbed over and over again with an edgy, dull knife. Her past was a dark place that she had desperately tried to run away from and move on.

Stephanie didn't say anything, she just sat at the table and started to eat. I then scolded those people and said that if she prefers to wear rags it was none of their business. I patted Stephanie 's hair gently and smiled at her like we were in a sweet relationship. I have told Stephanie that if I acted nice to her in public and she tried to be cold to me, I would pull out her baby with my claws. So immediately I smiled at her, she also smiled back at me.Although they didn't say anything anymore but I knew the news would spread soon.

She clenched her jaw, chest rising and falling, trying to stay composed even as her insides screamed. Think, Rosealba. Don’t panic. Not now. Breathe. Just breathe. Stephanie’s heels clicked softly against the dusty wooden floor as she made her way forward again. Her movements were slow, almost elegant, but her eyes—those eyes glowed with hatred. It wasn’t just dislike. It was pure, unfiltered loathing. Then she bent. Lowered her upper body until her face was level with Rosealba’s, close enough that Rosealba could smell the bitter smoke clinging to her breath. Her hand hovered just above Rosealba’s cheek, as if she might touch her, but didn’t.

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.

even though inside, I was grinning foolishly as I watched her give a small squeal in delight. Usually, I would wonder why I was reacting that way, but now, I’d come to the conclusion that like many other things that involved Stephanie Joseph, this was simply one of those things I couldn’t understand. . . . . . **** . . . . . “Was it really that bad?” I asked, smiling in satisfaction when I saw her shake her head between laughs. But the smile froze midway, giving way to a playful scoff when she said, “it’s actually worse.” “Well, since you think it’s so bad, why don’t you bring a suggestion this time.” “Gladly,” she answered. “Anything would

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

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.

Stephan reassured. Jasmine furrowed her brow. "Why? Why are you being kind to me? Who are you to me?" Stephan faked a sad expression. "Your husband, or ex-husband." He replied with a sad smile. "Ex-husband? We're divorced?" Stephan chuckled softly. "Nah, it's err...it's different with us. We're more like ex-soulmates. I know this will only confuse you more, but I'm going to explain things to you later and tell you more about our world, so you'll have a little understanding, and we can't talk on an empty stomach, so I'll go get you something to eat." Stephan looked at her for a moment, then he kissed her forehead, surprising Jasmine, but she didn't seem to mind him doing that. "You have no id