Stephanie Plum Series Novels & Stories

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?"

The same thing Vivian planned to kill me with. “They’ll never find you in this place,” Stephanie said, almost gently. “And even if they do, you’ll be nothing but flesh rotting off bones at that point. The little healer who wandered off into the dark, hurt and freezing, and ate something she shouldn’t have.” Her eyes went to the mushrooms in the corner, and her mouth curved. “You’ve even set the scene for me.” She came at me before I finished standing. We went down together. The fruit swung on its bandage, light lurching across the ceiling, and then her knee was on my chest and my broken hand was pinned under her shin and there were two of her, four gloved fingers full of powder coming down t

I murmured, remembering the night it happened- the night a man with a mask pinned me to the bed and… “Alright, I’ll just tell him then that you have slept with Damian and insinuate that getting pregnant isn’t a one time thing. That it should be done often, so that he doesn’t expect a grandchild so soon,” “Thanks!” I said half-heartedly, standing up from the bed. I wanted nothing but to be out of the house and away from her and everyone here. Just then the door opened and Stephanie worked in with a smirk “That was good to hear,” she clapped her hands, squealing almost. Her black dress was just below her buttocks and her black hair packed into a bun.

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

That spineless gardener’s son, that *traitor*, smuggling his wife out from under him— A notification chimed on his phone: *Motion detected: East Wing Bedroom.* The camera feed showed Stephanie’s empty room, curtains fluttering in the open window. **5:15 PM** Stephanie’s sneakers gripped the ivy-covered trellis as she climbed down, her backpack heavy with cash and passports. The guard patrol had just passed—*thirty-second window*. *Almost there.* Her foot slipped. A branch snapped. “Hey!” A beam of light speared the darkness. “Stop!”

hindi niya agad tinapos ang sinabi niya at napapailing na lang, "you screwed a 16-year old guy and your soon to be step-son." Hindi ako makapaniwala sa nakikita ko, hindi ko alam ang sasabihin ko at nakatingin lamang ako sa hawak kong dokumento at litrato nilang pamilya na nasa table ko. Fuck! Totoo ang lahat ng hinala ko, fuck! "Ano na ang plano mo?" Agad akong napabalik sa ulirat ng marinig ko ang tanong ni Xavier. Napahawak ako sa sentido ko at napailing sa tanong niya.

he said as Tamara smirked back, "It's great to be back, brother." _____________________ Austin frustratedly left Jasmine's room as he marched downstairs to confront Stephen. Upon entering the living room, Austin spotted Stephen on the couch while wiping blood off of his hand, before Austin's footsteps caught this attention as he looked up from his hands, "Ah, you're back already, so what do you think about her?" He asked as Austin clenched his hands into a tight fist, "You got the wrong woman, that's what I think," he said as Stephen frowned before a smirk once he realized how bothered his partner was, "And why do you think that I got the wrong woman?" He asked as Austin clenched his jaw in

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?

Isla pushed slowly, but immediately, a tense confrontation ensued. Amidst the clash, a blade from one of the men drew dangerously close to Stephanie's mouth, slicing through the rope that bound her lips. Liberated, Stephanie began to conjure spells aimed at Isla. “I would show you who I really am,” she stretched her hands in Isla’s direction, twirling them, and I saw a white spark heading towards Isla. Swiftly, I jumped in, pushing Isla away, and the white spark hit one of the paintings in the room. Like a boomerang, it bounced back, striking Stephanie in the chest.

So if this doctor was in Nilah's ward, what was he doing here? And suddenly, a horrifying thought crossed my mind. My eyes snapped back toward her face immediately. “What did you do?” Stephanie blinked innocently. “What do you mean?” “What did you do?” I repeated louder this time, my voice shaking dangerously now. “Nilah’s children are dead and you look happy about it. So tell me right now, Stephanie. What did you do?” For a second, she simply stared at me. Then slowly, unbelievably, her smile widened. “Nothing much. I just solved our problem,” she said calmly.