Stiles Novels & Stories

He looked horrible. He was disgusted when he saw his image in a mirror. Alexia was almost on the verge of tears when she saw Stiles. She was unable to concentrate on her meeting and Martin had to take over from where she was stopped. " I know that I look horrible." He said and she shook her head. "No, don't say that. You are just fine." Her voice shook as she spoke the words. Stiles looked at his reflection and gave a self-deprecating smile. " I can see myself. I'm not delusional. I think I am dying." He replied. It was the truth.

I said, throwing my head down like the weight of my worries was too much to bear. Stiles knelt in front of me, his gaze soft yet firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and I raised my head to meet his eyes. “I’m with you every step of the way. Have you forgotten who your fiancé is? Stiles Wesley, set to inherit W&S Enterprise. I know a thing or two about business too, and I'll help you out.” he promised, just like he always does.

It was clear from the satin nightshirt and pants. When I looked into the mirror, I noticed the embroidery on the lapel! “VR” Seriously! I told them I wasn’t a damn royal! That just showed you! They knew absolutely nothing about the vampires and dhampirs. Only male vampires were royal! It was such an insult in my mind, that I quickly took off the shirt and tried to look for something to undo the “R” but there was nothing in the room. I ended up scratching at it with my nail until I finally got it off. I left the “V” behind because I liked it. Putting my shirt back on, I made myself comfortable in bed, thinking I would probably be up all night.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

He entered the room and let out a mischievous grin as he approached the two individuals sitting beside each other. "Even on your graduation, you still choose to chew on those, noisy, bubbly, gross gums of yours, Luisa," he remarked, his voice raspy and heavy with British accent. He stepped back and thought of something which made him chuckle. His eyes were of the same color of his hair, and it stared directly at the woman on the couch which made Luisa blush furiously. She stood immediately and grumpily walked out of the place. "You stupid...freaking British cunt! Fuckin mind your own business William!," she hissed as she stomped her way into the crowd and vanished.

The kind of clarity that comes when you've finally hit rock bottom and realized the only way out is through. Stiles stood in the doorway wearing that expression I knew so well—the one that said he thought he'd already won, that I was just a bug he could squash whenever he felt like it. His eyes raked over my borrowed clothes with obvious disdain, and I could practically see him cataloging all my failures, all the ways I'd fallen from the pedestal he'd put me on. Not that the pedestal had ever been real. It had just been another cage with better decorations. "Winter," he said again, drawing out my name like it was something distasteful. "I have to say, I'm surp

Mark suggested and her husband quickly agreed with her. He passed the keys to Kavinsky and he turned around and enter the car. He started the engine and the engine revved loudly. Kavinsky reversed the car and he was out of their porch in no time. He drove past Kaylee's house and he saw her walking inside her house. Stiles walked out of the house to throw out the trash. He lives just opposite Kaylee's house. He saw Kavinsky driving his car and scoffed at it. He shook his head in disgust and walked back inside.

HYACINTH I made my way down those fancy stairs, my fingers tracing the smooth wood, I couldn't shake this weird feeling in my gut. Just my second day in Alpha Gerald's fortress of a house, and I still couldn't wrap my head around my mom choosing to marry him. I heard Mom and Alpha Gerald chatting softly, their voices carrying to me. And there he was, all commanding and put-together, in that sharp white shirt and dark pants. He practically oozed power. Our eyes locked, and I felt this strange mix of discomfort and vulnerability. It was him. The guy who'd set the stage for that crazy night, when things got heated and lines got blurry. Now, he was a total stranger. The dude who left a cold, hea

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.