Stiles の小説・ストーリー

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."

Barbie shook her head in disagreement. “You expect me to believe that Derek Stygian kidnapped you?” “Yes!” “The Derek Stygian?” Lewis threw his hands in the air. “YES!” Barbie laughed again. “Lewis, please.” “What?” “Derek Stygian is one of the richest men in the city.” “I know!” “He owns businesses, clubs, companies…” “I KNOW!” Barbie looked him up and down. “And you think someone like that would kidnap you?” Lewis stared at her. “Yes!”

his heavy breaths filled the room. If there was anything that Stiles hated, it was disrespect and the writer of the so-called letter showed him how disrespectful he or she is. He couldn't believe she wrote the latter as if she had known him for ages. *Such a fool* he thought to himself. “It was sent by an employee from *Sunrise writing and publishing agency* Sir Anita answered truthfully. “Oh please” Stiles waved his hands into the air, like he was shooing away a fly. “We have discussed this with Anita. Call me Stiles,”

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Brandon stated. I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

Why is she a nusiance? Was it because Lexy hasn't been giving her his attention when they entered the room? Or was it because his eyes were following every of my movement? I turned to go back in when I saw Lexy looking at me with his hands in his pocket. He was damn hot this night, with his body fitted shirt and jeans. "What is he doing here?" I wonder looking around. "Are you stalking me Kelsi?" His voice was laced with mockery. "Stalk you? Why should I do that?" I scoffed

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but

I joined her on the couch. " I saw a car arriving at the same time you did, I thought it was your boss at first but then a strange guy inside that car was staring at you the whole time" She murmured barely breathing. " I didn't notice. Wait! was it a black Mercedes?" I asked concerned. " Yes, how did you know? " Ailee looked at me restless. " I've seen it for a while now, at first I thought my mind was playing tricks." I sighed.