Novel & Cerita Jackson X Stiles

Stu scrawls as if I busted up his frat party. ~•~•~•~ KYLIE POV: Holy awkward, Batman. So much acing the interview. I didn't think it could go wrong, but being caught in a tug of war between Stu and Jackson is another precious moment in this craptastic day. I can't believe I just had a meltdown in front of Jackson King. And gushed like a schoolgirl about what type of nerd he was and whether he was gay, and Oh God did I really insinuate that he whips his sexual partners?

After pondering it for a few moments on the grass, Cora assumes Lydia Hale must have been pulling big strings behind the scenes, even smoothing things over with Stiles to protect her favorite boy toy. Later that same night, Jackson Whittemore is drifting off to sleep after a wild, rowdy night with a foreign rogue female at the Oakridge Pack Club. Just as his eyes are closing in the sheets, his phone device rings loudly on the wooden table. Though highly annoyed, his hand answers the call when his eyes see it is Stiles calling from the south border. "Alpha Stilinski, how did the ambush go on the trail?" Jackson asks, a smug smile on his lips.

“I thought you will be too occupied to take the trip and your father too. I don’t think he will want you to come here, not when he knows that I am a werewolf.” “I am not a teenager anymore Marcus, I am thirty eight and I now live on my own with my wife and my four year old daughter,” Stiles said. “Wow, you already have a daughter,” I said in surprise. “Yes, I do. I invited you to come celebrate with me but you turned me down,” he replied. “When was the last time we saw each other again? That was six years ago at my wedding ceremony which was also the last time Eddie saw his daughter.”

“He treated and accorded me with respect when his son wouldn't do that. He made sure he put me on an allowance and traveled all the way to Bana to bring him back when we found him for the first time.” Stacey was confused with her words. “Okay?” “I..I..I killed Jackson,” the words left her mouth slowly. “YOU DID WHAT?” Stacey couldn't believe what she just heard. Her friend was a murderer. “And I mistakenly confessed to Jason when I found out that I wasn't his wife.” Stacey's head happened to click at that moment. She looked around the house and realized all her belongings were there with her. “You've run away from Jason, you are scared of what he will do when he finds you and you don't want

“Forget if I have a mate. Genevieve didn't even consider the fact that I may have a partner or girlfriend somewhere. She just disrespected Mia.” “Let's not read too much into it, Jackson. She's still our best friend.” Jaxon said, putting his hand into his pocket. They turned the corner. “I'm not so sure of that. After this stupid stunt, I think I'm just going to give her space. Being in love with someone and seeing them being in love with another person, it sucks, I can promise you that.” Jackson said. Jaxon said nothing. He remembered the first person Jackson had chosen to date after he got tired of waiting for a mate. Her name was Lily. She was as pretty as her name.

Brandon stood up behind me, his large, warm hands settling on my bare, shivering shoulders. "You lost the game, Kitty," Jackson said, stepping into my space until I had to crane my neck to look up at him. "And you know what happens to the loser. A Sterling always collects his debts." "Creative penalties," Brandon whispered against my ear, his lips brushing the lobe. "I think we have a few ideas that involve more than just chess pieces." Jackson unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to his ankles. I gulped hard, my eyes wide as he sprang out. He was hard, thick, and bigger than anything I’d ever imagined a man could be in person.

Something in her voice stirred him, though he despised the way his chest tightened in response. “Lilith.” His voice was controlled, clipped, as he stepped forward. “How was your flight?” “It was… alright.” Her lips curved, polite yet edged with something unreadable. “Thank you for picking me up.” Her hand rested gently on the boy’s shoulder. “This is Jaxon,” she said. Then, turning to the child, her tone softened. “Jaxon, this is Mr. Steele. An old friend.” Xavier’s eyes flickered, his brows knitting. Mr. Steele?

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

"Your turn. Tell me everything you saw." My chest clenched. To drag it all back up was its own kind of pain — the kind that settled behind the sternum and pulled. But I had to. So I pushed everything else down, met Daniel's gaze, and opened my mouth. "Jaxon was on the bed with Lilith. It started with her moans and his groans. And then the pain hit—" I felt Jaxon's grip tighten around my hand, his eyes going soft with guilt, "—they were having sex. A duvet was covering them, and—"