Novel & Cerita Scott X Stiles

I asked, my voice shaky, “Wha… what does this mean?” “You are very special to him, and you are talking about him hiring call girls to satisfy him, how could you, Madam?” Stacy said sharply. Stacy left me alone and walked toward Xander’s bedroom. She picked the shards of glass one by one from the floor. After discarding them in the dustbin, we heard Xander groaning in pain. I knew what part of Xander was aching. “Huh-” Stacy gasped out of shock when she saw his bulging manhood.

“He looked like a fucking stormtrooper. What was I supposed to say, welcome to Star Wars and suck a laser cock?” Dante, Adriano and Raphael coughed into their glasses to hide laughs. Of course, they did. Claire took a slow sip of her wine, then looked at Scott like she was debating whether to say it. “You know what my favorite thing about you is?” she asked. Scott frowned, “There’s more than one?” “Oh no,” she said lightly. “It’s that you have the confidence of a man who has never once been right, but refuses to accept it.” Scott stared at her, “I’m right all the time.”

Scott Baker, sex therapist, member of that well known professional body, BIST. Bryony could not believe what she was hearing, and shrieked, "Holy fuck! No way! Is he actually serious, Jules?" Her partner nodded in confirmation. "Hold on a minute," Bryony said, "what about men? Is our Scott going to turn gay?"

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”

But her face immediately turned gloomy when she saw that the chair was still empty. Kimberly took a deep breath as she pulled the chair. Her face showed disappointment, and it was very clear. She even pressed her buttocks too hard when she sat down as a form of disappointment. "Miss Spencer, will Mr. Conner be coming? He hasn't been seen for a few days." Haylee, the deputy manager, asked while sitting next to Kimberly. Everyone knew that Kimberly was close to Nicholas, so they thought Kimberly knew about Nicholas. Although they knew Nicholas' sexual orientation, they couldn't deny that Nicholas' handsome face was a major attraction for them.

"Mr. Stewart. Do you know Yara?" Someone nearby who had known Sheila quickly explained. "Mr. Scott, your sister looks very much like Mr. Stewart's late wife." "Mr. Stewart probably misses Mrs. Stewart so much that he mistook her for someone else." Another guest nodded in agreement. "That's understandable." "Ms. Scott and Mrs. Stewart really do look remarkably alike." "However, Ms. Scott grew up overseas and is an accomplished dancer. Mrs. Stewart lost the use of her legs after her accident."

he smirked. "Who are you?" I asked. "Me? I’m Hugo Stiles... Scott’s dad," he introduced himself.

I smiled inwardly, loving the way his face clouded, and I wanted to believe so much that it was from jealousy and nothing else. “Who are you?” This time, Dad didn't speak to me. He spoke to Scott. Scott sat up on the couch, hands joined, acting perfectly, like the boyfriend I begged him to be. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he looked nervous. “Sir, I'm Scott Walker Stone. I'm eighteen years old. I was born in January, so I'm six months older than Matt. My mum is an alpha and my dad is an omega. I'm the only child of my family, and they hope I can get an ….” He cleared his throat. “They hope I can be outstanding in everything I do. I'm also the best student in the entire school

Zion whispered back. "Wait, what? So he's the handsome blue-eyed stranger, uh," Stacy said, grinning at Alexandria. "What?" Zion asked with a frown, he didn't like the fact that she referred to Xander as handsome. "She told me about a handsome blue-eyed dude and how she broke his windscreen, I can't believe, he's her boss, no wonder she blushes when I talk about him, he's hot," Stacy said, unaware of Zion's foul mood.

Stiles stood in the middle of the room, looking like his head was about to explode. “Wait, wait, wait!” Stiles yelled. “I am totally lost! Back up the bus! What do you mean Sky didn't kill him? Was he supposed to kill him? Is Sky—is he a professional hitman? Am I missing a huge chapter of the story here? Is everyone in this room a secret agent except for me? What's going on? Or….” Stiles’s eyes went wide in realization as he turned to Sky. “Wait... Sky, are you actually a—”