Stiles Novels & Stories

“Look, I don't have any problems with you calling me nicknames like, Daddy white, fresh papa, daddy yo, yo Dada, sweet pa... and blah blah blah, not some dumb name that sounds like puppy and pop corn” “come on Dad” “No, I said no!” I replied bluntly “What’s that cube in your hand? give it to me” “It’s a Rubik's cube” Stiles replied feebly “Aerobics cube” “NooOH! It's a Rubik's cube, RuuuBi...Ks, R, U, B, I, K, S.. Rubik's cube” Stiles replied spelling it one after the other. “Ehnn, Over Sabi. Rubik's cube, or whatever you call it, it's non of my business, just give it to me”

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 whispered to himself as he breathed deeply and wiped his eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, he composed himself and walked towards the door, turning the knob. As he opened it, two maids bowed before him and smiled. "Sir. You seemed to be in pain a few moments ago... Is everything alright?," the squeaky voiced woman asked him, smiling yet it was evident in her deep blue eyes that she was worried. She had the look of someone in her late twenties, her golden hair was neatly braided, reaching her waist. A few freckles covered her nose and as she smiled, it showed a few crooked teeth and charred lips. He looked at her and noticed the tattoo mark on her neck.

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.