Novel & Cerita Scott X Stiles

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

"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 picked up the TV remote and scrolled through channels. "Let me guess, a new chick?" Scott said as he high-fived me. "She's not a chick, she's my main girl." He smiled sheepishly. "What's her name?" "Stella Roberts." "When did you meet her?" I was suddenly getting interested. Any girl who could make Ryder fall had to be really good. "Yesterday at the wedding." "What?" Scott blurted out. "Was she the bridesmaid?" I asked giving him a knowing look. "Yeah, turns out she's in my college."

Scott growled again in irritation. “You really need to calm down. I just don’t want to lose my job. Unlike you, I’m taking this job very seriously master,” I said mockingly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” Scott asked with a deep sigh. “Very much,” I replied with an amused smile as I adjusted my safari. I couldn’t let my hair show, not when my blond roots were growing back in. “Fine. You can work for me. Will you please leave now?” He asked softly in defeat.

Motherf*cker b*tch! "Hey! Watch it!" I said while holding my hurt nose. "Didn't you know? THAT someday you were talking about had already happened. I needed you, and I need someone like you. Billionaire who's willing to pay me in exchange for sex. It's true and I admit it. But if it's you AGAIN, well, not anymore. Mark my word, I will never come to you again." Stacey's POV After doing my work with that weird, arrogant, insolent, entitled, and rich guy, I went straight to my school.

It was Scott. Scott's hair was gelled, and he wore an Anima shirt, Versace shorts, shiny leather sandals, and an Omega watch on his wrist. What caught Carrie's attention was the huge bouquet of roses that Scott held as he walked toward her with an anxious expression. "Hi, Scott. Did you buy a new car?" Carrie took a few glances before recognizing that the man walking over was Scott. "Yes, I bought it earlier this month," replied Scott, who had been feeling anxious ever since he saw Chloe on a date with Logan.

He stared boldy and loud gasps were heard in the room. "What... what .. what are you talking about?" She stammered. "Enough with playing the victim Starr. Naomi told me everything, how you befriended her and the fact that you admitting drugging her." He yelled angrily. "You believe that whore over me?" "Yes, I will believe Naomi over everyone else in the world and let me make this clear to you Starr Powerz, the next time you address my fiance as a whore, I will destroy you." He snapped. Scott didn't wait for Starr to say an extra word, he opened the door and shove her outside. "Don't you ever step your foot in here." He added before banging the door at her face.

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn’t done anything to get on his bad side either. “I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?” I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

The other lunges—I hit him before he gets close. “ You fucking asshole!” The one from earlier charges at me with a plank, his swings pathetic if I could say the least. I duck when he reaches me, going behind him and giving him a kick to his back. His body almost crashes against Stacy's but I catch him just in time tossing him to the side, his body bangs against the ground. I turn to her, her body trembles as she hides behind her palms, terrified. Her eyes are moist. Snot rolls down her nostrils and I badly want to smash that fuckers head into the ground.