Romans & histoires Stiles

With each sway of her hips and flick of her leg, she made sure to draw attention to the most suggestive angles, flaunting herself in front of both Kenny and Paige. From the control booth, I had been waiting for this moment. I inserted the USB drive and double-clicked the file, revealing an unedited, scandalous video on the large screen behind the stage. To enhance the shock, I muted the video's audio, leaving the lively Latin dance music to continue playing. When Paige saw the explicit scenes on screen, her expression shifted from calm to trembling fury. Lindsey, oblivious to the video playing behind her, mistook Paige's reaction for embarrassment at her mesmerizing dance.

Morrison had friends in the NYPD and the prosecutor's office and agreed to this collaboration for the sake of efficiently bringing Dylan behind bars. The other man who joined us in the room was much more peculiar. Killian explained that Mr. Stiles was a military specialist, a person he called whenever needed, as he named it a “special kind of approach.” I was wondering what his words meant until a tall, bulky, and highly intimidating man entered the study. Once he did, I decided it was better not to ask any questions. The two-millimeter cut of his hair, the long scar going from his chin down his neck, and another one under his left eye, made him look as if he

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

It was one of extinction. Stiles left everything as he had found it, a ghost leaving nothing to suggest he had ever been there. As he vanished once again into the London night, the rain washing the scent of ink and dishonesty from his clothes, he took with him the truth Clarkson had gambled everything to reveal.

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—”

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

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

“I thought you will be too occupied to take the trip and your father too. I don’t think he will want you to come here, not when he knows that I am a werewolf.” “I am not a teenager anymore Marcus, I am thirty eight and I now live on my own with my wife and my four year old daughter,” Stiles said. “Wow, you already have a daughter,” I said in surprise. “Yes, I do. I invited you to come celebrate with me but you turned me down,” he replied. “When was the last time we saw each other again? That was six years ago at my wedding ceremony which was also the last time Eddie saw his daughter.”

I replied, trying to stay oblivious about his irritation. “What is your name? ” he asked with irritation. I raised a brow at him and thought could he be any weirder. I am his P.A, and he doesn’t even know my name. I shook my head and replied “It’s Pari, Mr.Stone.” “Ms.Pari, go and bring the coffee you brought me yesterday.” “I can’t, Mr.Stone!” I replied immediately. “Why can’t you? Just go to whatever shop you went to yesterday and bring it to me.” he said in an irritated tone.