Stephanie Plum Series Novels & Stories

Her father shouted. “Tyler is set to become the new Beta of the Blood Moon pack. That will give me a better chance at getting you the information you need and possibly more. I won’t let you down, Dad!” Stephanie left her father leaning against the counter while she went to her room with a newfound determination. She looked at herself in the mirror and vowed to get revenge on those filthy mutts that kidnapped and murdered her mother. **Meanwhile back at Blood Moon** “Miranda! Get the salt bags from storage! Dusty! Round up all the herb plants that you can find!” Chelsea was barking orders to everyone in the packhouse while bouncing baby Darian on her hip.

Stephanie said in a lower but timid tone as if she had been bullied mercilessly before her brother's arrival. “Birds of the same feathers!” Avery mumbled a glaring dagger at the brother and sister. “Brother, she has your blue orchid with her… I told her it's a reserved place for you alone but she wouldn't listen!” Stephanie said the moment she recalled how she had stopped Avery from entering but yet she proved to be strong-headed and still went inside. “Brother, can you hear her?” Stephanie whined with teary eyes while grinning her ears. Of course, she planned to get back at her and it wouldn't be so bad using her brother to seek her revenge.

Damian held me closely while he went through his documents. After a while, the door burst open and Stephanie walked into the office with glowing eyes and bared fangs. My eyes widened at her audacity. No one entered the Alpha's office like that. Unless they wanted to challenge the Alpha. Damian paused and stared at her without saying a word. His face was expressionless and his lips thinned into a straight line. I could already tell what was about to happen. “After everything I have sacrificed to be with you, yet you accuse me of trying to kill this whore?!” Stephanie screamed, her voice breaking and filled with hurt.

I can only hope she sadly wasn’t alive when he ate her. Someone comes into the stall behind me and touches my shoulder. I turn and simply bury my face in his bare chest. “Esme, where is Stephanie?” Jacob asks while he holds me. “I don’t know,” Jacob growled at my answer. Wolves appear at the door. I try to sniff back my tears and that’s when I get a whiff of human blood. It’s faint, but I can definitely smell it. “She’s bleeding.” I tell Jacob, who takes a sniff but can’t smell anything. Me and Jacob are among the few who know Stephanie’s secret. We know how important she is.

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.

"Right, the autopsy didn't yield much, but a car abandoned upstream gave the police the information they wanted. Inside there was a photo of Marya and her husband; there was also a scarf her husband had bought for her, and that was confirmed with DNA from her hair cells extracted from the comb she used back at the residence." "So if Marya was murdered, how come the stepson has a car registered under her name? Did he kill her for the money they both stole from Sanders?" My rising hope once again began dropping. What chances did we have in finding the son if his stepmother, otherwise said to be his mistress, was already dead? "That was what I thought at first," Allan said. "What do you mean?"

This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT***

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.

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Instead, he was changing the subject and questioning her in an exceedingly steadfast tone. Rose put down her cutlery and protested in a whisper. "Sir Ares, I may not be a 100 dollar bill that everyone likes, but that isn’t enough reason for me to go around offending people, right? Who is this Stephanie Stevens? How am I supposed to offend her when I don’t even know her?" Jay raised his eyes and eyed her suspiciously. "She’s the woman who tried to frame you and Sean yesterday."