Scott X Stiles Novels & Stories

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.

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 didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”

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.

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

"Stace is not my type. I do not like her I can't even see any possibility of me developing feelings for her so stop spewing nonsense. She is a baby." Stacey stopped as she heard the conversation between Mason and Finn, she didn't know why but she felt hurt to hear Mason say she wasn't his type. "Right, you expect me to believe your words? Who is your type then, Scarlett?" Mason nodded in response and that was enough to make Stacey's heart sink to her stomach and the next words he said made her eyes burn with tears. "Yes, Scarlett is my type. She is fun on the other hand Stacey is boring. I don't do good girls." Mason sighed.

Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon godde

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.