Stephen Herondale Mga Nobela at Kwento

He wanted honesty from me, and for the first time in a long time, I was willing to give it. I put my hand into his as my eyes locked onto his. He seemed to reach right into the depths of my soul and pull out the truth. “I’m Stephanie Tompkins.” The name flowed off my lips both foreign and familiar. He stared silently me a moment as we seemed to recreate history with an abnormally long handshake. “May I call you Teph?” His voice was playful with his British accent. His eyes danced upon me as they dazzled handsomely just like I loved.

I’ll answer some of her questions tonight then we can start again tomorrow. I smiled, taking the notepad back to read her questions. It was primarily ordinary things to start with. The same kind of ice breaker questions most would ask. So a good place to start. “Well, you know my name is Stephen. My full name is Stephen Rhett Walterson. I was born and raised in Oregon. I’m from the Bloodmoon pack. My parents are Maxton and Edith. I have a ten-year-old sister named Suzanne, but we just call her Suzie.” I started answering her questions.

As someone descended from royalty, I knew my distinctive aura was now visible through the glittering gold ring encircling each iris. "MATE!" I finally heard her whisper uncertainly, while a shudder rushed through her body. Xin leaped up in joy and looked at her with his tail wagging. I felt him reach out to Eden's wolf. “Eden, please. Get all those ideas out of your head,” I begged her. “Let me properly introduce myself. I am Herod, the twin brother of Crown Prince Harad, the mate of Cissy. I returned today to collect my godson, the young future monarch. To add to a surprise, I've also been bestowed with the honor of being Taylor's eldest daughter's godfather, Herthia."

Feeling that Stephen was starting to lose consciousness, the person hiding behind him finally stepped out, and he even had a gas mask on. If Hesper was there, she would be able to tell the identity of this intruder at a glance—— It was Xander, who was supposed to be locked up in the basement in Salt City! However, the person who was on the brink of blacking out in front of him was Stephen, and his consciousness was dissipating by the second. All he could do was watch as Xander smashed the flower pot, and the Iron Blossom that he had been taking care of so diligently for a long time was instantly crushed to the point where it could not be recognized anymore.

"Bro, did she cast a spell on you too? With her track record, how could she possibly be great-uncle's top apprentice?" Stephen studied his little brother, noting the annoyance and distaste written all over his face. He had just gotten back from overseas and had not even met Madeline. What was with the hostility? "Who's been filling your head with gossip?" Hector hesitated, feigning nonchalance, "Well, if great-uncle's serious about making her his top apprentice, I had to do some digging. You know as well as I do, there's a long line of folks dying to be in that spot. Can't let some no-name lady walk away with it."

At this time, Stephen’s voice came from behind. “Ah... Miss?” “You probably don’t remember my name, Mr. Stephen. I’m Melanie Jones,” Melanie followed his line of questioning. Stephen let out a laugh and said, “Oh, right. Ms. Melanie. If I had known that you’re going to be here alone, I wouldn't have brought a partner with me.” He looked at the beautiful young woman next to him with a smile. The young woman was Dahlia, a celebrity that the Morgan Group was heavily promoting. Melanie had seen many of her interviews in the newspapers.

Nonetheless, Stephen emerged just then. Claire immediately found him familiar, but couldn't quite remember where they had met. Still, Stephen walked up to him, greeting her respectfully, "Greetings, Mrs. Wade. My name is Stephen Thompson, and I've been the Wades' butler for decades, managing their household amongst other matters." "Stephen Thompson…?" Claire blurted. "I know you… I've seen you on TV…" Stephen was surprised. "You did? When? I've rarely accepted TV interviews for years now."

she said. This time, I took the initiative and introduced myself because of the way the conversation was going; it seemed like I was deaf and mute. "I am Katherine Marshell!" "Hello, Katherine. I am Paula Helmond, the wife of Henry Helmond. I know you are aware of the name and this is my only daughter, Stephanie Helmond!" I smiled instead of giving a response since I had no idea who Henry Helmond was. If he was an actor or some famous entrepreneur, but if I could use my logic, then he could be another Godfather because that was how a family business grew.

A tall figure stepped forward, moving effortlessly through the throng before stopping beside Stellar in an unmistakably protective stance. Stephen stood taller than Percy, his broad shoulders and long frame only adding to the sheer presence he commanded. Stephen had sharp, chiseled features and an aura that was both effortlessly refined and undeniably commanding. There was no mistaking it—he was impossible to ignore. The room fell into stunned silence. Then, hushed gasps and murmurs rippled through the guests. "Wait… is that Stephen Ward? The CEO of Brighton Group?" "The rising star of the industry? The one every major corporation is scrambling to partner with?"