Stephanie Plum Novels Novels & Stories

Stephanie stumbled into her cramped apartment, drained from another long day at the office. The weight of her schemes with David was getting heavier, but she reassured herself that it would all be worth it once he was wrapped around her finger. Flicking on the lights, she froze. Something was wrong. Her living room was a disaster. Papers littered the floor, cushions tossed aside, and drawers yanked open. Someone had broken in. Her heart pounded in her chest. Was this a random burglary, or had someone uncovered her plans?

“It’s getting crowded in here.” I held the door for her, and she exited smoothly with me. “Could I speak with you for a moment? I promise it won’t take long.” “Oh? Uhm, s-sure…” I wasn’t sure about it, but I gave in since she looked desperate. Earlier, I heard the girls talking about Stephanie. It’s apparent that they did not like her, not to mention that Steph was involved in their husbands’ past relationships. Stephanie Colleman looks like Evita in her younger version but is sophisticated and flirty. I can’t deny that. You can sense her strong personality and confidence.

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.

"You know how she operates, she'll have something up her sleeve." Ginny nodded, her jaw clenched. "We'll be ready for her. Whatever she throws at us, we'll counter it. We have to." At this, the door to the library burst open, and Lucy stepped inside. Her smile was as sharp as a blade, her eyes glinting with malice. "Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness. "What a nice little gathering. What are you two plotting this time?" Ginny made herself not flinch, her eyes not leaving Lucy's. "Nothing that concerns you," she said calmly.

A four-poster bed was dressed in pale gold silk while a chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling, casting little rainbows across the walls. It didn’t feel like comfort. It felt like a museum. It felt weird. I crossed to the window and gripped the sill, staring out at the carefully manicured gardens below. So much green, so much space, but it still felt suffocating. “Your step-mom doesn’t like me,” I said finally, not turning around. “She looked at me like I was nothing.” Salvatore came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He turned me gently until I was facing him.

Quentin straightened up, mocking, "You know, she bears a striking resemblance to your step-sister Claire." The private room boasted advanced medical equipment and luxurious furnishings, undoubtedly high-end. Quentin casually flopped onto the sofa, rolling up his khaki pants to reveal mismatched socks. Lorneauxs glanced from the door to the sofa several times before finally taking a seat across from Quentin. "It is Claire," he admitted. "Pfft!" The shocking revelation made him inhale at an inappropriate moment. "Wait a minute— you're saying the girl on that hospital bed is Claire, your step-sister?!" Dr. Smith, holding an apple, pointed at the girl with his free hand, exclaiming.

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.

“There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.” She heads off towards an area of the store and I slowly follow her to a wall of books with scantly clad people on them. “Why are most of them cowboys or cops?” “Handcuffs and ropes,” she says easily and quickly. She pulls out a cowboy one and hands it to me before scanning the rest. “What’s it about?” I ask as I turn the book over.

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

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.