Stephanie Plum Series Novels & Stories

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.

She said, “This is a gift for you. Take it.” She gave me a phone. It was the latest model. It was expensive and cost over 4,000 dollars. The shiny phone seemed to sparkle, and I could not take my eyes off it. My eyes, my head, and even my hands were out of control. So, I shamefully accepted her gift. And in return, I called her “Stepmom.” My dad relaxed, and Scarlett turned to him with a smug smile.

Chapter Twelve: Cute Dog After having breakfast and doing some cleaning around the house, Stephanie is happy she's finally leaving the house. She steps out and locks the door behind her. She struts over to her neighbor's door and knocks. About a minute later, a woman opens the door. "Why hello Stephanie," she smiles. "Hi. Mrs. Grace. I'm here for Daisy." "Oh come on in," Mrs. Grace ushers her in. "How are you dear?" She asks.

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.

Once she finally regained her senses, she said, "Thank goodness you could understand those fuckers' conversation. If not, you'd still be kept in the dark right now." "Yeah…" Stephanie lowered her gaze. "In the past, I really trusted Tyler with all my heart…" Speaking of which, she had chosen to learn that particular language for Tyler's sake. Little did she know that her mastery of the language was the key that helped her find out the truth in the end. This was quite ironic, wasn't it? "What are you planning to do next, Steph?" "I'm going to gather evidence that proves the car accident was planned so that I can get the culprit locked behind bars." Stephanie clenched her fists tightly. "After

She releases an exhale before saying, “When will I find my mate? Someone that would be my prince charming?" “Stephanie!” Peace hisses, “Do you know where you lie? Get up!” Immediately, Stephanie rises to her feet, like the bed has burned her. “Shit, shit,” she says on repeat as she hurriedly dresses the bed to perfection. Peace slaps a hand over her forehead and sighs heavily. She brings her wristwatch to her face and meets her sister’s eyes. “Our work here is done; we need to leave,” she tells Stephanie, who nods in response. I scowl.

Stephanie’s voice floated through. “Yes, come in,” I called out. Stephanie opened the door, smiling warmly. “Good day, ma’am.” She nodded politely at Miriam. “Good day, ma’am. You’re welcome.” I grinned. “Miriam, this is Stephanie, the only lovely soul in this house. The one I love the most right now and the only person in this house who doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out.” “Wow. And here I thought I was your favorite.” Miriam gushed.

"I was wondering whether you were going to put anything in there. I'm afraid you're planning to murder me to avoid the embarrassment of being a divorced man any time soon." He leaned his hand on the table between them and shifted his body closer to her, staring at her seriously, "do you think I’m planning to do that in my own house?" Caspian watched her eyes widen and gulped hard before running away, leaving him alone in the kitchen. He smirks at her as she flees like a terrified cat and returns his attention to the dinner he's preparing, turning off the heat and putting the veggies on the dish. Stephanie was acting irritably on the sofa. Her gaze was drawn to the package on the coffee table

"What's wrong?" Stephanie swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor as she fought back tears. "This room... It was my father-in-law’s. It was here that he... that he died," she began, her voice trembling. "And it was here that Damien accused me of killing him. This room was where my life fell apart. Where I was stripped of everything and made a slave." Zita's heart ached for her friend as she listened. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and wrapped Stephanie in an embrace. "You don't have to do this right now," she whispered. "We can wait until you're ready."

“You should take a seat and not make your seductive moves over here.” “Oh, I will,” I say easily. “But don’t think this conversation is over.” I turn away, heart pounding, and head for a small table by the window. Stephanie plops down across from me, eyes shining with mischief and disbelief. “Girl,” she whispers, stirring her coffee, “you just walked into a rom-com, a soap opera, and a crime documentary all at once.” I stare into my cup, watching the steam curl upward. “He’s a mess,” I mutter.