Stewie Novels & Stories

I scolded myself. The reputation of the company will start to drain for sure and because of those backstabbing clients, it will have a huge loss too. I don’t know how Mr.Stone is handling all these in the first place… *Mr.Stone Pov* I am currently sitting in front of the television in my cabin along with my sister. We heard each, and everything came out of those liars. “Are you ok? ” Di asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t reply and just sat there. I already suspected those clients to be weird that day.

she replied. "It's good, you're all right. And you seem to get along." I said as I stacked the food items on the table. "Oh! Are you?" It's a question. "Who?" maang maangan kong tanong. But I knew who he was referring to. "Sus! Sir Stevenson is dead malicious of course. What's the real score on him? I heard he's flirting." she promised. It never really gets caught up in the news. There’s a weird race, I laugh mentally.

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

My eyes working slowly, analyzing. Short black hair. Long sleeves. Broad, squared shoulders. Black pants. My brain seemed not to be working fine for a moment. Hold on. I rescanned the features of this person again. Up to down. And it clicked. That is a guy? A guy? Stiles is receiving— Is Beta Stiles… Gay?

Lewis was sitting slackly on the sofa, clutching an old photo, its colors faded to a yellowish tint. He studied it for some time before shifting his gaze to Steward, who was seated across from him. Steward suffered extremely severe burns, and Lewis couldn't distinguish even the slightest similarity between him and the face in the photo. Steward fixed his only intact eye on Lewis. They studied each other for several moments. Then, Steward asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

Just enough hesitation to log interest. I memorized the vehicle anyway: old habit. I tapped my comm once. “West side clear?” Brian’s voice came back steady. “Clear. For now.” For now was the problem. I glanced toward the compound and caught sight of Stevie slipping out onto the steps, hoodie pulled tight around her like armor she hoped no one would question. She paused when she saw me watching, lifted her chin, and leaned against the railing like she belonged there. She was good at that. Too fucking good. It made me wonder what her background really was.

Stupid baby thinks there might be milk in her own thumb. I have some stuff to make a bottle, but I really don’t want to screw with it right now. Instead, I just pick her up and take her back out to the man who wants to buy babies. Stevie, I think his name is. He sounds like a prick. He’s probably the kind of guy who stabs his best friends in the back without even thinking twice, the kind of guy who takes a job at a company, throws a baby fit over something, and then sues them….

“Yeah. Day felt long.” She paused while opening the canister and turned with wide eyes. “Oh, that’s right. It was your first day without the home nurse. What was his name?” One-Mile nodded, glad she’d remembered so he didn’t have to explain while he felt like a cross between a ventriloquist and a drooler. “Stewart.” “Not too hard, I hope,” she said as she scooped powder into the blender. “No. Just more computer work.” Brea tried not to laugh. “I know how much you love that…”

He licked his paw, and closed his eye, licking the blood on the side of his snout. Tyler had dragged me back and held me tight. I looked back, and see Alexander's body hovering over Stewart, who looked so tiny under the massive wolf. "Please? Alpha Blake, have mercy on me. It was all just a joke, I wasn't going to harm your Luna." He whimpers through tethering teeth. His hands trying to push off Alexander's body, but Xander is far too big and powerful. His arm covered in blood from Alexander’s bite. "I'll only say this once STEWIE!..... No one, but I mean no one touches my Luna!" He growls loud, opening his snout and biting off Stewart's head in a swift move.