Dark Stiles Novels & Stories

And she audibly gulped before lining the ax up again and cutting one of my hands free and then the other one. She did the same with my legs and I was able to stand up, even with the silver burns on my legs and wrists. I knew that those scars wouldn’t go away anytime soon, but I turned back to see Jude jump on the two men that were cowering away from him. He got a good grip on Gladstone and Adams fell backwards out of the window. Which was on the third floor of the building, so I ran to have a look outside and he was definitely dead on the sidewalk.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

KAI I watched the man standing opposite me with a dark glare. He looked happy, dressed in a white suit. After vowing never to marry the bastard, I'm now standing in front of an altar, getting wedded to him. I had no choice. Schwarz Holdings was on the brink of collapse, and I had to keep it up. I tried. I fought for it. I fucking did everything I could to keep us afloat, but somehow; the universe was against me.

No thoughts, maybe too many thoughts and all he wants is to shut them up, even though it's for as long as the cigarette burns before he lights another. Sebastian is found standing in the middle of a lonely night street. A quiet night, not too windy and freezing to the normal degree. The flowers are evergreen and a little moist from the late-night dew. The only thing more visible than just shades to sight is the red light hanging close to his mouth as he draws in some smoke and puffs them out.

As we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but look up at the moon. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked out loud, more to myself than to him. “MMMHHHMMM.” He mumbled in response. I turned us down my street, and he stopped walking. I looked up at him confused. “My house is right down there.” I told him pointing to my house. As I looked at my driveway, I noticed that my parents’ car was gone. “What is a pretty girl doing outside this late at night?” I heard a voice come from the shadows. I felt Declan stiffen up at the sound, but he didn’t move. I turned towards the voice. “Who’s there?” I called out. “Don’t talk to it, Nemi.” Declan whispered in my ear. I jumped, not prepared for him to le

After she kissed Gretchen's cheek, Stella said, "Oh, baby. I'm so happy for you. I was so worried about what was happening over here." Seeing Damien and Daniel leaning against the stone wall waiting for their introductions, Gretchen sniffled back her tears and wiped her eyes. "Mommy, I want to introduce you to some people. Putting her arm around Stella's back she pulled her from Teddy and ushered her to the warlocks. "Daniel, this is my mother, Stella. Mom, this is Daniel Darke." Daniel took Stella's hand then kissed the back before letting her go. "Welcome to the Darke, Mrs. Mason."

The drums had faded and the torches had died down, but the clearing was still alive with laughter, music and the smell of alcohol in the air. Wolves from both packed mingled awkwardly, Steeleclaw's sharp eyes watched Stormhold's darker dressed warriors with suspicion, they all looked so foreboding. Darius kept Lena pressed to his side, one broad hand curled at her waist as if she was already his most treasured possession.

The light was going gold and low when I felt the hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and my heart stopped, and then it broke open all over again. Stiles. He was on his feet. He should not have been on his feet. He was wrapped in linen and stinking of the healer's herbs, grey as ash, moving like a man made of glass, and there was a hole in the middle of him that a spear had made not a full day ago. But he was standing, and he was here, and he had walked all the way out to Brenna's grave on legs that had no business holding him.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it. It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze. "You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?"