Shadows Between Us (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Had enough staring?” Stella said, her voice cold and her eyes sharp enough to cut. Her skin was flawless, her hair flowed like silk, and her whole vibe was pure ice.

Hazel’s face twisted with fury. From this distance, she could tell stella wasn’t wearing a speck of makeup. ‘Darn it. Why the hell did Stella wipe off her makeup?’ Hazel cursed to herself.

Stella’s natural beauty instantly made Hazel’s painstakingly crafted “no-makeup” look seem pathetic. Hazel had planned to use Stella as her background prop, but now the roles were cruelly reversed.

“Stella, why aren’t you wearing any makeup?” Hazel forced herself to look uncertain, staring at Stella’s face. After years of her and her mom’s constant nagging, this trick always made Stella pile on the makeup out of insecurity.

“You only look good with makeup on,” Hazel said pointedly.

Inside, Hazel was screaming. Just put on that gross makeup alreally so you can play the clown and make me look good.”

Stella sat astride her formidable black bike, looking at Hazel with a lazy, mocking smile. Her white shirt set off her beauty, making her look almost too perfect to be real.

“I’m too lazy. Why did you tell me to come here?” Stella said, her eyes turning icy as she glanced at the Greenleaf Club sign.

The Greenleaf Club was the city’s most famous entertainment spot, with a membership system that cost a fortune. The rich and powerful flocked here, and young heirs bragged about being members. It was a place of pure decadence.

“My classmate’s inside. Let’s go in,” Hazel blurted out, her heart in her throat. She was terrified Stella might sense the trap and flee.

Stella fixed her with an icy stare.

Hazel’s skin prickled with goosebumps; the gaze felt like a hand around her throat. She could barely breathe, but still forced a stiff smile.

“Lead the way,” Stella said, dismounting with effortless, almost arrogant grace.

Hazel’s smile twisted for a second. ‘Just keep acting all high and mighty for now. You’ll regret it soon enough,’ she thought.

Inside the club, an attendant led them to a private room. “Stella, this is the place,” Hazel said, pushing the door open.

The room was loud, packed with Blake’s usual entourage. The table was loaded with bottles, some already opened, lined up one after another. Anyone could see this was a trap.

The door closed quietly behind Stella, and the lively room went instantly silent as she stepped in. Everyone just stared, captivated by the icy, makeup-free beauty.

“So you’re Starfall?” Blake drawled from the center of the room, clad in a garish wine-red shirt, arms draped over two hostesses. His eyes raked over Stella with a wicked grin.

She was stunning. With a knockout like her here, the girls in Blake’s arms suddenly felt like background props.

“Arrogant Wind,” Stella said, her face expressionless. In the dim light, her sharp features were mesmerizing. Her tone was cool, her gaze locked on the cockiest man in the room.

“You knew it was me and still showed up?” Blake sneered, nudging a hostess with his foot. She hurried to hand him a whiskey

on the rocks.

“How else would I figure out what you guys are plotting?” Stella replied lazily, a mocking laugh in her voice.

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She dragged a chair over and sat down right across from Blake, her dangerous aura unconcealed. The others, however, were too distracted by her face to notice.

“Stella, just apologize to Mr. Pierce, and he’ll let the whole thing lide,” Hazel jumped in, trying to grab some attention.

“Apologize?” Stella echoed, her tone still lazy, showing no fear.

Blake tapped the table, and his crew scrambled over with dozens of empty glasses, filling each one to the brim. Empty bottles were tossed aside.

“Drink up, and we’ll wipe the slate clean,” Blake sneered, taking a wig.

The other guys started chanting, clapping, whistling, and hollering. Stella glanced around the room, her lazy posture belying a hidden danger.

“And what if I don’t?” she drawled, her voice lazy and unbothered

The room went dead silent. Someone thought, ‘Damn, she’s got some nerve.

Blake shoved the hostess’s hand away and leaned forward, his eyes dark and dangerous. He flicked his lit cigarette into the glass in front of Stella. It sizzled out.

“That’s not up to you. I make the rules here,” Blake said, his voice cold and menacing. As he spoke, bodyguards moved to block the door.

Stella didn’t even glance back. She looked at Blake and chuckled, elegantly rolling up her sleeves.

“You know why I dared to come here alone?” Stella drawled, slowly coiling her long hair, revealing a graceful neck. She cracked her neck with a sharp pop.

When Lucas was around, Stella would rein herself in a little. But with him gone, her dangerous edge was fully unleashed. That icy, dangerous aura paired with her gorgeous looks made her even more captivating.

“Because I was waiting for you, you idiot,” Stella sneered. Before anyone could react, she snatched the glass with the cigarette butt and flung the liquor into Blake’s face.

Blake squeezed his eyes shut, liquor dripping down his face. Even the hostesses beside him were splattered.

Hazel clapped her hands over her mouth in horror. ‘Has Stella lost her mind? That’s Blake. How could she dare?’ she wondered.

Everything happened so fast that the whole room went dead silent.

Blake licked his lips, his voice cold and dangerous. “Teach her a lesson.”

The bodyguards charged in, but Stella was faster. With a wicked grin, she grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it over the nearest one’s head. Glass shattered.

“Come on,” Stella said lazily, pressing the jagged edge of the broken bottle right up to the guy’s throat. She raised an eyebrow, and then, without even blinking, drove the sharp glass straight into his shoulder.

Screams erupted. No one expected real bloodshed.

A few drops of blood speckled Stella’s face. She turned toward the screams, raised a clean hand, and made a shushing gesture. She looked like an angel, but the dangerous aura she gave off was bone-chilling.

Soon, several bodyguards lay on the floor, bleeding.

Stella strolled back to her chair, casually dusting off her clothes, even though there wasn’t a speck on them. The move was

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chillingly casual to the terrified onlookers.

“Mr. Pierce, now, I make the rules,” Stella said, her icy gaze sweeping the room. She rested her chin on one hand, flashed a dangerous smile, and pulled out a gun, aiming it straight at him

“Trying to scare me with a toy gun?” Blake snorted, but the next second, the gun fired with a deafening crack right beside his

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Chapter 34

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A strand of hair drifted down Blake’s cheek. He froze, thinking, oly shit! That’s a real gun!

“Stella, where did you get a gun?” Hazel screamed.

“Get out,” Stella said, firing another shot at Hazel’s feet without blinking.

Hazel shrieked and bolted out of the private room. The place fell dead silent.

Stella let down her hair with a single motion. Her skin was flawless, her eyes rimmed with a hint of red. She had that wild, dangerous beauty that made people want to worship her, even crawl at her feet just to get her attention.

She pressed the service bell. The manager appeared almost instantly, still wearing a professional smile, as if seeing blood was just another day at work.

“One medium-rare steak, and two cases of vodka,” Stella said and then lazily tapped the table. “Clear this and bring us new glasses.”

The manager looked over at Blake, who gave a grim nod. “Rightway,” the manager replied.

Soon, the table was spotless, fresh glasses everywhere. Stella shot a cold look at the nearest hostess, who hurriedly refilled the glasses. Stella then cut into her steak with elegant precision, red juices spilling.

“Fuck you!” One of Blake’s lackeys snatched up a bottle, ready to smash it over Stella’s head. But before it connected, the cold muzzle of Stella’s gun was pressed between his eyes.

With a sharp click, Stella chambered a round. “Better think before you speak,” she said with a lazy smile, tapping his forehead with the barrel. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the couch.

Then, Stella’s gaze returned to Blake.

Blake’s brow twitched. “Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?”

Blake steadied himself. He might be wild, but he wasn’t stupid. Facing off against someone this hardcore, he knew he’d be the one to lose if he pushed it.

Stella lifted her eyelids, chewing her steak lazily. Her gaze was intimidating, yet her demeanor was utterly relaxed.

“Let’s make a deal,” Stella said, her voice cold as ice.

Blake scoffed, thinking, “Who does she think she is, trying to make a deal with me?’

“What kind of deal?” Blake sneered, crossing his legs and arms, acting like he was back in control.

But Stella just glanced at her cheap digital watch. Somehow, she made it look like a luxury accessory. Her long lashes. lowered, her posture cold and indifferent. “Call your grandpa.”

Blake’s face darkened instantly. “What did you just say?” he growled, his voice tight with anger.

“Call your grandpa. Now,” Stella repeated, her face blank.

Blake’s lackeys didn’t even dare to breathe. Everyone knew Kendrick was Blake’s sorest point, and bringing him up was asking for trouble. They were more like sworn enemies than family.

The next second, Blake exploded. He swept all the bottles off the table, chest heaving. “No way,” he snapped.

Stella watched Blake, who was bracing himself against the table, cins bulging on his forehead. A lazy smile flickered and

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