Novel & Cerita Scott X Stiles

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

But just as I reached for the door, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. "Ms. Riley." I turned around slowly, already knowing who it was. Vivian Scott stood a few paces away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, his expression a mix of mischief and intrigue. "Why do I feel like I owe you dinner?" He paused, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a confidence that made my stomach flip. "At my place." I stiffened, quickly schooling my expression. "That won't be necessary, Mr. Scott. Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass."

"You won't believe who I met this morning?" "Who?" "Scott Steiner, the sexy actor from Australia." Damien's eyes rolled at the mention of his name. These girls loved that man who was not even half handsome as him. But they loved him like they would feast on him if they ever happened to cross a path with him. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Tell me this is not a lie." "Damn, it's not. You can bet on it." Ginny answered.

Scott, tapped her shoulder and left her. He was walking away, when she called him. "Who was Stacey? Do you know her personally?" Scott stopped for a while and looked at her, there was sadness in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. "Yes, I know her very well, Rhianna," Scott told her. "How can I talk to her then?" She asked him, she wanted to know more. "You can't talk to her, Rhianna," his voice was in a lower tone. Scott, directly looked at her eyes when he answered, as if he was hearing the question inside her mind.

I tell her, nudging her shoulder with mine. She smiles sweetly and nudges me back playfully. “I’m glad you can see my potential,” she says with a chuckle. “I can and someday, you will too,” I say in return. She looks back at Scott who is currently kicking gamma ass. I’m shocked at how flawlessly he can fight without ever going to the underworld. He was very skilled. No wonder Xander targeted him to be one of his palace guards. “How did you know his name?” Caroline asked, still staring over at Scott but now she has a small frown on her lips.

"Stephen- Stephen took a glance at Stella and gave a nod to her, he guided me into the car and soon after Stella joined me. I stared out of the glass panting heavily. My mind couldn't comprehend what just happened a minute ago? Scott was stabbed. His eyes met mine while he clutched the side where he was stabbed. He wobbled and fell on his knees hissing and groaning in pain. I spotted Ella rushing out of the building, she was quick to place her hand over his injury while screaming in pain. Scott's eyes never left mine until the car started moving out slowly. “Avery.. are you okay?" I barely gave a nod. My head was still filled with various thoughts. How? And why? I couldn't even catch a glimp

Scottie shakes his head quickly, a smirk stretching one corner of his mouth, “I’m just surprised he took it this far. These days, men get married to models and you know, baddies. Not girls like you do. I’m sure he’s fat too, some loser who just wants to start a family. How’s your hot sister by the way? Sally, right?” My stomach burns with bad feelings, like I’m about to have diarrhea. My whole body goes tight and I’m fighting really hard to hold back tears as Scottie starts laughing. Just then, I feel him—and our furry pet—behind me. My protector, my fiancé, my daddy. “Who the fuck is this clown?” He growls above me, the deep sexy sound rattling my already trembling body. I turn around, look