Total Drama Stephanie Novels & Stories

~Tamia~ Stephanie did not look well. Her eyes were swollen, and her hands were shaking. It was clear that she had been crying. I wanted to ignore her, but I couldn't. I knew Sylvester wouldn't, so I decided to show some concern. "Are you alright?" I asked, and she looked at me and shook her head. "I am not, Tamia. Everything is falling apart. Dominic won't come out of his room. He said he feels like a nobody. I have tried to talk him out of it, but he is too ashamed to let himself mingle," She said, and I nodded.

and not just in the orgasmic way. We were talking about something serious. Something Stephanie had dug up. To the city, she was the prestigious director of an important media chain, the polished spokesperson for the Greco family. In the shadows, she was my best source of intel. My eyes and ears in the field. And still... sitting behind my desk, swirling the rum in my hand, I could only think about one damn thing. Those disappointed golden eyes. Shit, why did I feel so bad for not kissing Victoria? Worse... my whole body wanted it, desperately.

“Let me talk to her.” Lena grabbed his arm. “No. Let me.” Carson hesitated, but saw the resolve in her eyes. “I’ll stay close. If she tries anything—” “She won’t,” Lena said. “She doesn’t want justice. She wants attention.” Stephanie stood near the far corner of the ballroom, dressed in a sleek red dress and a cold smile. She was alone — no press, no friends. Just fury hidden behind flawless makeup. When she saw Lena approaching, her expression twisted into a bitter grin.

My stomach twisted as I read the post: "Stephanie Salvador shocks everyone as she shows up looking pretty and confident, thereby ending rumors that she ran away out of fear. What has she been up to during all those weeks away? Does Akira have a reason to be scared? Guess we’ll find out soon enough." I scoffed aloud, locking my phone. The drama wasn’t surprising, but it irritated me nonetheless. With a deep breath, I continued walking toward the auditorium, determined to prove that I belonged here on my terms.

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

I race to the bed and scoop her into my arms. ‘DR. REYNOLDS!’ I boom in the mind link. ‘Alpha, what’s wrong?’ he answers immediately. ‘Stephanie’s bleeding! I need you to meet me at the pack hospital right now!’ I say as I race down the stairs. “Please don’t let me lose our pup. Please don’t let me lose our pup,” Stephanie murmurs against my chest, holding her hands over her stomach. “Alpha …” Beta Edward says, stopping when he takes in Stephanie’s condition. “I’ll alert Dr. Reynolds.”

It was toxic, but how was Stephanie to know when no one was really there for her? Stephanie was kind of like Sam, and she figured if she was the villain or the cold-hearted monster, no one would hurt her. She thought she just needed to be perfect to get Alexander, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Finally, Stephanie walked out of the restaurant handing Ryan her black card, and she said, “Here. To pay for all the damages I caused. I expect you to shut your mouth about this.”

An insecure wife. She continued, staring at me “… I mean I am his sister-in-law, nothing can possibly go wrong. But you wouldn’t even let us get to know each other better,” she said, pouting sadly. I scoffed “Ju…” “What if it isn’t her, what if it’s me? Or what if I’m busy?” Damian interrupted, causing everyone to look at him in surprise. I looked at him also. Did he just take the blame? “Alright,” Stephanie stood up. She was wearing a red skimpy gown that barely covered her buttocks “who wants to get entertained?” She yelled.

I exhale sharply, “you want to hurt this one, too.” “Nina and I were just talking, son. I'm allowed to spend time with my daughter—” “Stepdaughter.” My gaze flicks to Nina's knuckles going white against the armchair. “And I just found out that she quit her job at the company. It's…quite unfortunate, isn't it?” His gaze drops to his hand grazing up the side of her face. “That's too much contact for a stepdaughter, dad. If I didn't know any better, I'd say a pattern is starting to form.”

As she plated the food, her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach dropped when she saw the name. Stepmother. Zara’s hand trembled as she picked up. Before she could speak, her stepmother’s voice erupted, venomous and loud: “Is it your mission to ruin this family? Are you so desperate for attention?” Zara froze, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. “I know you didn’t walk into that marriage on your own will, but you’re here now, so the least you can do is respect us. If I hear one more bad thing about you if I hear one more whisper of shame I swear I’ll kill myself!”