Scott X Stiles Novels & Stories

Chase knew that Gareth was just joking. He looked slightly embarrassed and said nothing. Gareth was unperturbed. He turned and pulled a man over to introduce them. "This is Scott Langley. I believe it's the first time you're meeting each other." Chase glanced at him. Scott was in a black suit and looked to be a few years older than Chase. Scott looked about 30, but he was already a stage-nine marquis of martial arts. He was one step away from becoming a martial lord.

Kylie thought inwardly as she ate. "Hmm. So good" Kylie said as she raised her left thumb up giving him a thumbs up. He nodded proudly. "Of course. I'm Scott Anderson,the great" He said proudly without blinking. "Uh...the great? As if! You're not Zeus or any other god" Kylie scoffed as she ate. "I might not be Zeus or a god but I'm a demi god" Scott said so seriously and convincing. Even Kylie was on the verge of believing he really is a demi god.

I watched as Scott walked towards the net to set free his supposed uncle. As the net was unraveled, Stiles stepped out with a grin. "Well, this was certainly an interesting welcome," he quipped, brushing off the dirt from his clothes. Scott sighed, a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry about that, Uncle Stiles. We've been on high alert lately." Stiles waved off the apology. "No harm done, Scott. It's good to know the pack is vigilant." With the situation defused, the pack members started to disperse, though the underlying tension from the earlier encounter still lingered.

He had actually failed to recognize him and had even started a fight… Scott stammered, “Uh…uh…uh…” All his confidence, arrogance, and pride vanished into nothingness. The blood drained from his face, and he turned ghastly pale. He felt a shiver down his spine as he looked into Zayn’s mischievous yet ice-cold eyes and felt chills all over his body. His legs were trembling a little! “You-you-you-you’re Zayn Larson. You’re that Rheasian! That untouchable Rheasian!” Scott’s voice had changed. It had become shaky and high pitched.

she stuttered looking away from me she backs up and scoots quickly to the bathroom closing the door behind her. “ Okay what the hell was that?” I asked “ someones trying to creep into that cold heart of yours. But it seems as if she just as scared as you are sir” Ryan said wiggling his eyebrows “ That's ridiculous” I mumbled “ believe it, boss.” Creed chuckled taking a sit in the round fuzzy chair in the corner “ OOo we need to get one one these” he wiggles into the chair “ Come on idiots, we have work to do.” I groan looking at the bathroom door before walking out the room

I know my best friend is having a mental breakdown by how cute they are right now. "Great thanks guys, I look forward to meeting you all later." Scott answers. As soon as Alison and Scott are out of sight we bombard Sydney with questions. The poor thing was not expecting it at all. Sydney was 19 and worked part time at the hair salon. She told us Scott's sister, Libby, used to work here all the time and that she soon became Sydney's best friend. After Libby died in a train crash last year Scott started coming every day after school every Friday which was the day his sister had work. Scott is 17 and turned 17 about four months ago. He is a Guardian in the pack which oddly made sense just by l

“Whatever happens… Whomever you’re about to see, stay strong! Keep you cool! Do your job and walk away.” Stopping the Discovery, Veronica opened the door and started to get out. Let the games begin! Don’t back down now! They met on the paved portico. Sasha opened the massive front door just as Veronica mounted the last step. She stopped the minute she saw him and gave him a quick glimpse. Her stomach did some flip-flops but she managed to keep her composure. He hadn’t changed, but then why should he have? Sasha still looked exactly the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the smooth warm skin of a countryman, his jeans were clinging softly to the taut muscles of his long legs.

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.

Chapter 94 Writer POV Scott is the first to get down from the private jet, behind him is Anthony who is looking so Peng with his hair dyed to color red. Asher slowly step down the stairs looking hot and cold at the same time, “tell me why do you have to look like a gangster ?” Scott asked Anthony who could only gives his him a wink. “Just tell me you’re in New york for the girls and not because of change of environment” Scott grin and he laughed.

He scrambled away, terrified. The bully turned, eyebrows raised. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Scott dusted his hands off lazily. “Seems like must be new here, I’ll introduce myself. Scott Thane. Student Council Enforcement. Shadow hunter. School menace. The usual.” “He is none of those things.” I whispered. A grin tugged at Lyra’s lips. “He forgot ‘certified idiot.’” Scott ignored her. The bully laughed. “Ohhh. The infamous Thane. Hero of the Elven Kingdom. The boy who supposedly saved everyone.”