When Does Stefan Come Back Novels & Stories

Even though he never said it, just like Aunt Hilda, he wanted us to be more than friends. “How has the conference meeting been so far?” I asked, taking a small piece of steak and chewing on it. “It’s been going great. It’s going to end tomorrow,” Stefan replied. “Does that mean you’ll be going back to New York?” I asked. “Should I stay here a few more days?” Stefan asked. I knew he was teasing me; he never got tired of it. “I’d like you to stay a few more days.”

"And I'm...I'm sorry about your..." Stefan shook his head. "Don't bother. I've heard enough of that." "I'm happy you decided to come back. For me." His brow twitch, and he just nodded wanting her to believe whatever. He looked around the whole place, but there weren't many changes. It feels as if his mom and sis have been swimming in stagnant water, and if he was gonna liberate someone, it would be his sis. His step-sis. "And your husband? Where's he? Work?"

"It's been a while since we last saw each other." "Stefan..." he stood up to approach the black-haired man, looking at him with a superior smile. "Yes, and it's been the best time of my life," he glanced over him, smiling slightly at his suit. "What's with all the formality?" Stefan maintained his smile, then remembered his female companion. "The thing is, I thought you'd have a party for my return, plus, it's kind of like a funeral, and I'm in very good company."

“You said I don’t have to concern myself with this.” “Yes.” “But you’re going to walk straight into it as soon as you leave, aren’t you?” His silence was answer enough. I nodded slowly. “I figured.” Stefano stood from his chair, adjusting his sleeves with quiet precision. The air around him shifted again, not tense, but focused. “I will be back before dinner,” he said. I looked up at him. “You say that like it’s a promise.” “It is.” I held his gaze for a moment, then asked softly, “And if this situation gets worse than you’re saying?”

Stefan explained. "Hah. Well, your dear home-wrecking mother's next medical bill is due in ten days. If I don't get what I want by then, figure it out yourself," Michelle threatened before hanging up. Stefan put his phone away and stood on the balcony for a long while before finally heading back inside. As soon as he sat down, one of his roommates walked over. "Stefan, is it your birthday today? Why'd you get a cake?" Stefan glanced at the cake. "No, I just felt like eating one."

I had been trying to find out who had orchestrated my escape but Stefan had refused to open up. He insisted that I would meet their boss at the right time. I decided to be patient with them, at least I was safe from Darius and his men. There was no place I could have escaped to without getting caught by Darius. I planned how I would survive and exact my revenge on Lily as the days went by. “I have good news for you, Selene.” Stefan’s voice interrupted my thoughts as he entered the room suddenly. I was surprised that he had returned not long after he left, that was unlike him. He always came back in the evening whenever he went out whilst I always remained indoors like a crippled person.

I held my head trying to clarify the images when Stephan said, "Forget it, if you can't remember. Anyways, it's all in past. The time's almost over. Go back, your free from me now!" No sooner had he finished his words, than the door behind him opened, ushering the same stern-looking officer from before. He said in his trumpet-like voice, "Time over" Stephan got up, turned, and started leaving but I was not done. I stood up noisily throwing my chair back. I felt extremely imbalanced after all the truth being revealed. It was like my head was still trying to process everything. But there was one thing that was not clear. I yelled at his retreating back,

The same place that I had supposedly died. What the heck? A wave of confusion slammed into me as I tried to make sense of what was happening. How was I here and not burning in hell for killing my kind and superstar stepbrother? Just then the screen of my phone lit up. With trembling hands, I picked it up from the bench and my eyes caught sight of the date. Sixteen of June 2025. This was the date that Winterridge had the match with Silvercrest. But the time was an hour… until the match started, until Tristan summoned me to help poison his brother.

He went ahead to pay his respect to the dead. He stood before Trevor's picture frame and bowed. He lit a candle and dropped a flower. He made another bow and turned to leave. As he turned around, he bursted into Dr Kurz. He was taken by surprise. "Wow, doctor… I didn't know that you are a friend to Daniel Sawyer," Shane said in astonishment. "Well, what do I do? I couldn't look the other way, I got an invite," Dr Kurz said and began to walk away from Shane.

His looming figure towered above me as I lay in bed. “Take this, the doctor said you will be better in no time if you do!” Stefan said and just when he did be backed away with both hands stuffed into his pants. I cleared my throat and shot him a glare with my arms folded against my chest. “If you’ve got something to say, say it!” He growled. “You can cut the act now, no one’s watching!” I snapped, knowing he never meant his actions. “Is that all?” Stefan surprisingly asked. I looked back at him and frowned. Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally.