Stiles Novels & Stories

Dominick asked as Paxton shrugged. They went through the files and found Stiles’s recent killings. Somehow Dominick froze upon seeing his birthday. The day and year when Lord Stiles’s wife died unexpectedly. He picked it up and all of them were silent. There’s a small flat phone and somehow, it turns on and there it plays. Uncle Stiles in his tuxedo, strangling his wife. “You sl*t! I will fucking kill you! You won’t have the throne, but my children will. Useless piece of shit!” He even spat on her face while the woman was struggling to breathe until he broke her neck. Instead of remorse~~there’s c

Others gathered as well. “Did you find anything about him?” Braylon asked while rubbing his forehead. Alex hummed, placing the laptop in front of Braylon. “His name is Stiles Vill from the south side of the city. His age is 41 and he is involved in various crimes in various places like shoplifting, violating traffic rules, theft and kidnapping, and charge rape. But he had no history of murder. I wonder how he became a friend of Mrs Anderson. Without purpose, he wouldn't have done it. And also he had a tattoo on his neck.” Alex explained.

Violet nodded and slid off the small bag on her back and tossed it towards the Saintess who caught it quickly. “Get changed.” Musa nodded and entered her carriage, making sure to keep the curtains closed. “Good job. You sounded like a boss even though you're a just a kid.” Phillip commented. “Don't stare too hard at Musa and make her uncomfortable.” Violet simply said making Phillip scoff. “Wow you're so considerate even towards ugly sluts, that's not very cool.” “She was abused by an older man, how is she a slut?” Phillip chuckled, “You—”

His mom kept quiet and continued to lead the way inside, ranting about everything but nothing till her husband had to take her away from the group, after a sincere apology and they entered though a golden door, that had the appearance of the wall around it. ‘A secret passage, huh!’ Violet mumbled to herself and then followed her husband and the rest up the grand staircases. The floor was different from the 3D tiles of the artificial greenhouse. It was made of marble tiles and the post-stands were made of gold and silver respectively. The walk to the top was quite long as no one spoke. The servants who walked behind were so nervous and they looked at each other, wondering what was going on in

She is not the type that is used to rejection. Especially not from a guy like Declan. While I can’t say that I wasn’t attracted to him, I’m not going to fight my best friend over some guy we just met. Declan waved his hand over to 2 guys and another girl. They smiled, and started walking towards us. “Are those the friends you were referring to earlier?” Vic asked Declan. He nodded his head. “Where are you guys all from? Are you even human?” Vic asked, being her over-dramatic self. Declan laughed. “Ladies, this is Talia, Seth, and Cian.” Declan introduced his friends. “Nice to meet you guys.” I responded. They had trays piled high with sushi, low mein, dumplings, and roasted chicken. My stoma

Now what should I do? Suddenly, I heard chuckling from my Di. I narrowed my eyes and asked, “You lied to me about this right? You even think my plan will work isn’t it?” “Yes to both.” she replied, laughing more. “Why did you do it?” I asked her glaring. “Can’t I tease my little cute brother?” she asked me. "But you just gave me a mini heart attack.” I replied. “Oh my God! This is sensational. Mr.Stone got nearly a heart attack after hearing that a girl hates him. Who was actually hated by many that we lost the count too?” Di said dramatically.

"So what are you going to ask them?" "Nothing, for now, I just want to see them." And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his lips chapped. A golden stud gli

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”

Riven. As much as I didn't want to think of what I had just seen, I couldn't really help it. My mind was stuck, like fucking stuck and glued to what my eyes had seen today. First of all, I knew Stiles to be a Casanova, a very promiscuous dude—flirty, always engaged, with women of course—and I thought that it could be the reason why he had created that space for himself because I already knew his dorm was a no-no.

She received an email from someone. The girl opened it. Her eyes widened as she read a message from a very unexpected person. From : steveswan@stigma.com Subject : Be My Partner Dear, Miss Lavina Good morning. I think your day had soured because of Landergee's presence. I know Landergee is your adversary. Regreting winning the tender held by Lamberg? Regreting that you had to get involved with Rembarnt and … especially Landergee?