Claudia Stilinski Novels & Stories

Claudia interrupted, voice dropping to a low, dangerous calm, “she has nothing to do with it. Next question.” There was a tense silence before another voice cut through. “Do you plan to expose any other public figures, Miss Claudia? Or is this the end of your revelations?” This time, Claudia smiled at the camera directly. A smile that wasn’t kind. It was almost predatory. “No,” she said. “I have no other names to reveal for now. But if I ever do, trust me... you’ll all know.” Her gaze lingered on the lens as if she were sending a private message to someone watching. Maybe she was.

The air around me felt thick and suffocating, as if the weight of the secrets was heavy for me to bear. Just as I was lost in her thoughts, the sharp click of high heels echoed through the floor tiles. I looked up to see Claudia standing by the doorside, her eyes glinting with a mixture of irritation and triumph. She dressed just like a model, Claudia walked into the room like she owned it, her every movement was deliberate and I know she is someone who likes trouble. "You are here stupid pregnant lady," Claudia said, her voice dripping with falseness and boldness. "I've been looking for you, I don't know you are, lazy ex wife"

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

Beside her stood Cassandra Emeritus, her face still flushed with the remnants of her earlier hysterics, though she had smoothed herself into a veneer of matriarchal authority. "Denying it doesn't erase the stain you've smeared on us, Wench” Claudia said, her voice a cutting rasp that cut through the room. She didn't even turn around to look at us at first. "The Moretti name is built on a foundation of perceived perfection. Tonight, you turned us into a headline for child cruelty. It has never happened before. And there is only one punishment for this" She said and stopped to face Cassian. "Send her back to that beach house you kept her in and she should never show her face to the world or he

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.

Claudia protested I erased all evidence related to werewolves, be it videos, photos, or something else, "is there anything other than this?" I asked. Claudia was amazed to see me. "Grisella? why did you erase all that evidence. I took care of it all, "Claudia protested. I got closer to Claudia and showed my stance, "tell me, are you hiding any other evidence huh?" I asked. Claudia shook her head in confusion, and she was terrified of me. I sighed heavily "sorry. I'll talk to you later," I said

Claudia followed her, of course making sure no one else got into the lift with them. Double shit! She really didn’t feel sorry for this woman. Claudia was a nasty piece of work. Claudia started as soon as the lift doors closed. “You lying bitch, what did you do, get pregnant with someone else’s baby and then decide to pin it on Eric? You’re nothing, you’re just a low life gold digger. Pregnant! It’s a trap. At least Rachel was in his class. You’re nothing but a country hillbilly who will only embarrass him with your low connections....”

"I see you now have a lot of boldness to talk to my face like that. Did you see it happen?" Mark's face contorts in discomfort. "Well, my wife told me." "Yeah, I would believe her too because she never lies." Claude says, his words dripping with sarcasm. Taylor scoffs again. "Who are you to her anyway? Why are you defending her? She's just a disowned daughter of the Stiles family, an outcast and worst of all, a whore" Everyone gasps. Claude smiles. "Because she's mine." Mark's eyes widen. "What? Who is yours?"

I snapped, causing Claudia to spin around. "Stop that this minute!" I ordered the girl, who immediately rose to her feet with blood-stained hands. She lowered her head and greeted, "Good day, Alpha Klaus. Good day, Beta Justin." "How long have you been standing there, Klaus?" Claudia asked, smiling nervously. "Long enough to know that you are a cruel being, Claudia!" I barked. "You call me a cruel human being just because I was disciplining a maid?" she asked, almost as though she was in shock.