Stephanie Plum Novels Novels & Stories

School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being devoted to James and Elizabeth’s story.

the doctor said to Jessica, Noah, and Austin with an apologetic look. Jessica shuddered and nearly collapsed to the floor at the shocking news. Luckily, Noah caught her before she fell. Meanwhile, Austin felt his head buzzing loudly. He suddenly recalled a prayer place located on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. Whoever managed to climb up all 100 steps would have their wish granted. He pressed his lips together and immediately left the hospital. There were exactly 100 steps leading up to the prayer place, just as the legend said there would be. The architectural style of the building was local yet stunningly beautiful.

I have been getting pissed especially with the other alpha who has been asking for more update on my plan to tame My mate. The door opens and Stephanie comes in dresses like a seductress. She has a fake smile on her face and halfway sits on my desk so that her ass will be more plump. "What do you need Stephanie," I said rolling my eyes. Stephanie was one of the other girls who was trained to be my mate and luna who will meet my needs, she had boring brown eyes and wasn't as beautiful as Sofia but after seeing my mate the both of them together combined don't stand a chance to my mates beauty even if there try .

End of flashback Remembering the scene last night she couldn't help but clasp her thighs together whilst gulping. She planned to confront Tyler, she doesn't care anymore, she can't continue to go on like this or she might die from her dream because of intense pleasure, she have to know the cause of all these intense dreams, with her pussy getting wetter as the image replayed in her brain, with her firm decision, she subconsciously moved her hand and touched Tyler's dick and she was not only surprised from how huge it was, she was also surprised that he's hard.

Not yet, at least. She cat-walked over to the plush armchair by the window, where her journal lay open. Stephanie wasn’t much of a writer, but lately, it helped organize her thoughts—or, as she preferred to think of them, her plans for world domination. She picked up the pen, tapping it thoughtfully against her chin. “What’s the play, Steph?” she asked herself aloud. “Do we use this little nugget,” she patted her stomach again, “to climb the ladder? Secure some power? Or do we just rip Laura’s little fairytale to shreds?”

Lucas and I got to the hotel penthouse an hour later. Stephanie, Matteo and two other of my men were back from their own scouting. Stephanie was one of my rose velvet girls, a brown head girl with a pixie cut. She had been working undercover for me, trying to steal some relevant information from one of my Rivals. When she found out what happened, she came rushing to our hotel room to offer assistance. "You're back," Stephanie stood up. "I am," "How did it go?" she asked. "Not good. Another dead end. You?"

“Well, eventually Becky’s turn will be over.” I laughed quietly as I tangled our fingers together, squeezing his before letting them go. “So it will be.” A few minutes later, Stephanie called the class to order as she scooped up the puppy. “Alright, girls and boys, it’s time to move on. Jeffrey, do you have your show and tell?” “Yes.”

The way her breath felt on my neck. I sped up, gripping tighter. My thumb rubbed over the head with each stroke, spreading the precum that was leaking out. It felt too good. Wrong, but good. "She's your ex-stepdaughter, man. You can't be doing this," I thought, but my hand didn't stop. It moved faster, rougher. I leaned against the sink, eyes closed, picturing her face when she said she was scared. The way she looked at me for safety. My breathing got heavy. I pumped harder, imagining her hand instead of mine, pressing and squeezing just like she did by accident.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

I stared out into the garden, watching a bird flutter past, completely unaware that I was dying inside. If only she knew about the agency. If only she knew that the my stepbrother who just wrapped his arms around me like we were lovers… wasn’t even really human. That my life had become some jacked-up version of a horror novel, complete with mates, bond, and people who could shift their bones and skin into something out of a damn nightmare. I couldn’t give her that weight. I couldn’t take her normal, sweet, glitter-filled life and throw it into my chaos.