No fears is the second book of No Regrets, but now told in Steph's and Scott's perspective.
We learn new things that had happened during the weekend... Scott finds himself not able to get Steph out of his mind after that mindblowing kiss, and he h...
AN: Hi everyone! I hope you like my second book! I really loved writing this one in particular. I'm currently working on the third and last book of NO REGRETS. Please vote and comment! Thanks
A revision of our main characters:
Alex Pettyfer as Scott:
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Eloise Mumford as Steph:
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"STEPHANIE!!" I HEARD MY father yell from his office. I started running from my room. If I walked, he would scream at me for being too slow. I hated it when he yelled, his face would get all read and the vein in his neck would pop out. I felt hopeless when he screamed, and all I could do was stay put and listen.
"Yes?" I asked him as I opened his office's door. Everything was neat and organized as always, my father didn't like messes.
"Go fetch me some water, would you? Your mother gave that lazy housekeeper another day off. Is the second one this month, can you believe that?" He asked. I knew he expected an answer, he always did, he hated if I didn't answer his questions. The worst part was that sometimes he would ask me things that were impossible to answer, things like "Why are you always so damn lazy Stephanie, why?" When he saw me laying in my bed at Sunday morning.
"No, I can't." I lied. Truth was that I loved my housekeeper, Berta. She was the only one who ever talked to me, cause my mother would just talk about whatever party she was planning and my father would either order me something or yell at me for some silly thing I had probably done unintentionally. But don't worry, after he yelled at me- or worse sometimes-, he would feel guilty and buy me something to compensate. However, I honestly preferred a normal father rather than all that new stuff.
"Off you go kiddo." He said shooing me with his hand.
I went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of cold water. I walked as fast as I could with the glass in my hand, I couldn't run this time, if I did, I would probably spill it, and that was even worse than making him wait a little more time.
