The Next Step Book Novels & Stories

“Next? A glow-up.” Her eyes narrowed. “A physical one?” He chuckled. “Physical, emotional, digital, spiritual. You’re about to rebrand like your life depends on it.” “And what’s Step Two called then?” He smirked. “Resurrecting Zara Lane.”

Which one was Stephanie Morgan hiding behind? The book continued with instructions on how to force a glamour to drop, how to reveal a witch's true form. But the methods were risky. They required confrontation. A mistake could be deadly. I kept reading and absorbing everything. Hours passed without my notice. The knowledge flowed into me like water into a vessel, filling spaces I had not known were empty. Every page was a revelation. Every chapter was a tool I desperately needed. I was so absorbed in reading that I did not realize that the night had passed completely until my phone buzzed with an alarm I had set.

I am happy to have my destined one by my side and a beautiful powerful child to raise. We can do this! **Author's Note** This is the last chapter of the book. I'll be working on the sequel and post on i n s t a (@rae.kmight.author) when it's out. I'll be focusing on editing and uploading all my books on k i n d l e these next few weeks. The title for the next book will be West Ora Academy: Raising Elara. I hope you enjoyed the book! Let me know how you feel. I love to hear you from you all.

My heart told me. I thought for sometime and decided that I have something to do before taking the next step. Here is your chapter .... So they are deciding what they are going to do.... How's it...let me know. Stay safe and healthy... Keep reading.

And for once, I was ready to walk through them. Drop comments on your thoughts guys. Let me know how you see this book until now. I aim to improve any issues you might have with the book. Thanks for your support guys.

Chelsea I knew I would go crazy if I had to spend another day in the same house with my step brother who went around the house with his denim pants riding low on his hips. He was good looking and he carried himself with the air of one who was good looking and knew it. He was arrogant too. He had looked in my eyes and had concluded that I desired him. It was one of the most daring things I had ever had a man do to me. But I knew I was not damned because he was hot. I was damned because he knew now that I wanted him desperately.

Sophia’s latest text burned in my pocket all day like a live grenade. I felt sick. suddenly starring in my own blackmail drama. This wasn’t some TikTok scandal, this was real life with real rich people who could destroy us. I spent the afternoon pacing my room, AirPods blasting sad playlists while I tried to act normal. Mom kept texting me about helping with dinner prep for Sophia’s visit. Like, cool, let’s all pretend everything’s fine while my stepbrother’s “perfect match” threatens to expose the fact that he’s been railing me every night.

“When?” “Friday. We leave in the morning. We’ll go as a family. I’ll text you everything.” “I’ll find my way to the place.” There was a pause. “Your stepbrother made the bookings. We’ll see you Friday.” The line went dead. Isabel stared at the phone long after the call ended, her thumb hovering over the screen like it might ring again. Her father’s words echoed inside her like a dull throb: “Vivian really wants this. Your stepbrother made the bookings—we’ll see you Friday.”

“I must be losing my touch.” She laughed softly, and I felt the shift, subtle, but undeniable. Her guard wasn’t down, not fully. But it cracked just enough to let curiosity slip in. The second step is to Be unpredictable. Keep them guessing. The conversation flowed easily after that. I asked about her book, shared a few stories from my younger days, carefully chosen tales that painted me as bold but not arrogant, witty but approachable. I watched her eyes flicker with interest, amusement, even intrigue.

So, save the chapter number and continue reading! P.S- Did I mention the book will now be on A****n? XD