Stiles Novels & Stories

"It's so hard to believe he is gone." "I know," I hold myself close, crossing my arms in front of me and squeezing, imagining I have him here with me to keep me safe. "I still feel guilty, leaving you to do this alone." "You are doing a very important job," he points out as he helps me out of the car. "Keeping the next generation of Steeles safe." His phone beeps and he looks at his message, smiling. "It's Tilly," he holds the phone closer to hide the screen. "Quick question," he looks up. "Are you dating Henri St.Croix?"

He knows who she is. “Nice to meet you. I am Stiles. Stiles Hale.” he said and smiled at her as he walked to his seat. Aria turned to Dalvin and he was staring at her but it was different. He was mad, really mad and she could tell. The jacket seems to be upsetting him but she couldn't take it off, not with Star in the room. That would be embarrassing! Aria looked away from him and in the process, she ended up staring at Stiles.

Instead, he reached out and gently pulled Mael into his lap. I instantly tensed, my maternal instincts flaring, but I forced myself to stay still. Stiles just looked at my baby with pure, unadulterated adoration. Kaelen had looked at Mael like a defective tool, a useless piece of trash that couldn't serve his political agenda. Riven had looked at him like a puzzle to be solved, a pawn to be protected out of duty. But Stiles? He just looked at him like a baby.

He returned to his officer, looking out of the window. "I'm sorry, Cassie." Stiles excused himself to head to the top floor of the building. Surely a fall from the seventh floor would be enough to kill him. Stiles looked below him, a stern and dazed expression on his face. He was Landhor's distant nephew, and his parents had died when he was young. Stiles had pulled every last string he could to get in touch with Landhor, who had kept him fed and even got him a job at the special forces.

Isabella said she's the face of the company,she is going their with me to help me win an award tonight. She is a model, there ways she can impress the judges, you can follow also but you might not be recognized And i don't want you to feel bad.steve explained. "I will be back in a jiffy" steve hug Isabella and peck her forehead Steve move to the center table and pick his car key He was going to the door that lead outside before he look back and said "Before i forget,mummy said she will not be able to bring CELINE again" Steve told his wife

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"I will beat you now, do you think you have a hot mother like me. How can I mother a stubborn child like you? I can't mother a stubborn child because I'm not stubborn." We both laughed at that statement I was not sure why Mr. Jere was there. I think I watched too many movies but the last time I watched the movie was when I was at college so why would I think that he was stalking me? What do stalker tendencies look like and does it happens in movies only? By the way, he said he loved movies maybe he was stalking me how did he know that I was there? "Please do not look at again do not embarrass me. Two are coming toward us; if you look this time around I'm going to kill you."

he chuckled, stirring something obnoxious in her stomach, something she didn't what to decipher, "You live in my fucking mansion might I remind you?" "You were standing there like a pervert weren't you?" She diverted the argument, ignoring the fact of her weakness that he had thrown on her face, rather accusing him back for being the creep. "Oh I was minding my business quite neatly Miss Tara" He took yet another step closer, making her hold the cover tightly, making her knuckles turn whiter, "And then I heard you calling my name", another step closer, "rather ravishingly"

He was unbelievably loud, laughing, and making unnecessary jokes, while Bryan sat quietly beside me. He carried himself with so much grace and yet there was this ease. He was obviously sophisticated. I wondered what his life must be like. Everyone here obviously were business owners, business managers and people who cared way too much about their stock portfolios and net worth. It was more like a gathering of billionaires. I suddenly shifted my gaze to Stiles. Somehow, I felt there was no way he had a billion dollar as asset or as cash sitting pretty on his account. He seemed too unserious. He laughed too much and joked a lot. Maybe it wasn't right to judge a

For the first time in five minutes, he actually smirks. Stacy's mouth drops open as her eyes widen in disbelief. A moment later, her hand shoots out. I'm half afraid she's going to bitch-slap Alex into next week when she grabs a girl walking past us and yanks her over. The girl, wearing a pair of four-inch heels, stumbles before recovering her balance. My hat off to her for remaining upright. It's not always easy to do in sky-high heels. "Ally, this guy," she waves her hand in Alex's direction as if that term is debatable, "thinks it's perfectly acceptable to grab a girl's butt at a party."