Scott X Stiles Novels & Stories

he demanded. Scott chuckled, his eyes narrowing. “They didn't tell you what I did to the others. I wonder who beds the Luna. You? Or Alpha Tyler? Or, do you three participate in a threesome? I bet it's hot to watch. Maybe I should do that with your healer,” he teased. Tyler bristled at Scott's words. “Make sure I don't get out of here, Scott,” he spat. “Or else, I would have your head used as a ball to be played around with by the Cubs.”

"Sir, your........." "Just shut up!" I yelled at my personal assistant. "I'm sorry sir, but your father is asking for you and it's urgent" He completed and moved away. Fuck it. I'm Xavier Scott, an actor. My father owned the Scott's Entertainment. I have passion for acting and I really love it. I'm what they call king of dumpers. I fuck girls and dump. I hate being disappointed. Right now, I'm supposed to sign a contract that worth millions but now, that tiny girl ruined it.

“Mark my words, Storm. If you lose Scarlett, you lose the support of this family as well.” Storm’s eyes flashed, and he took a defiant step forward, ready to defend himself, but the moment was interrupted by the commotion at the entrance. There were raised voices, the sounds of guards attempting to intercept someone determined to get through. In the next instant, the large double doors burst open, and Scarlett’s father stormed in, eyes blazing. “Storm Scoville!” Mr. Scott’s voice thundered through the villa. He ignored the guards flanking him, his focus solely on Storm. In a flash, he crossed the room and threw a punch that connected squarely with Storm’s jaw, sending him stumbling back in s

"I specially arranged a stunt double fight scene for Scott. That idiot took it without even thinking—working himself like a dog. But thankfully, because he worked that hard, the Achievement System activated, and that's how Francis got to where he is today." Then came Sarah's sneering laugh. "And that scene just happens to be with Francis. Having Francis personally stab him… that should make Francis really happy. "Once Scott is injured in the abdomen, I'll gaslight him a bit—tell him his stomach scar looks disgusting, and he'll definitely break down. "Then he'll become even more obsessed with his body. When the Beauty System activates again, Francis won't have to worry about people criticizin

Jerk steps out of his jeans, hovering over her while he inspects her body as if he is checking an antique for defects. “Ah, Shayle.” He breathes in her scent. The man can’t seem to wait any longer before he unhooks her bra and pulls off her thong. Scarlet doesn’t seem bothered by her nakedness. I forget she was a prostitute before. So such things don’t seem new to her, although it makes my heart bleed seeing her defiled like this.

He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead! Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!” Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.

“Your forced yourself on me, Scott. How do you not remember that?” He sat at the table, leaned back in his chair and looked at me flabbergasted. “What the hell are you talking about?” “At Blue Hades,” I explained as I leaned against the counter. My voice lowered as though someone was listening. “You raped me, Scott.” Scott’s face scrunched into a disgusted disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Kendra? I raped you?” His voice rose as he stood up and knocked his chair to the ground. “You think I fucking raped you? That’s the

So don't ever play around with it. "Lie!" Sisca kept shaking her head. "Answer honestly or I will ..." David's words were not finished but Sisca stopped him. "Alright!" She said resignedly "I did tell Jes that Adam was the leader of the Black Rose mafia and the CEO of a well-known company." Add it again.

"I mean, why are you in the country? Are you following me?" "Not following. I came to see you. I missed you so much." Scott confessed, his leisureliness disappearing and his face becoming serious. "Since that night, I can't get your face out of my head." "And look, I still get haunted by Mr. Xavier's glare and punch." Scott shivered and spoke in an aggrieved tone as if he was really still haunted by the memory of that night at the club. Michael looked at Scott without remorse. Who was the one seeking trouble and daring to provoke Xavier when he was already infuriated?

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.