Stiles Novels & Stories

“So what now?” “Now,” Elena said, “we find whoever’s been watching.” As if on cue, footsteps echoed from the upper balcony. A man descended the staircase slowly, his steps measured. He wore a long coat, his hair streaked with gray, his face both familiar and foreign. “Elena Romano,” he said, his accent smooth, European. “I never thought I’d see the heir of the stolen pride standing here.” Elena’s pulse quickened. “Who are you?”

Rosie brought Dansanisa up in a good and fine way of home management when it come to the things around the kitchen. Rosie loved and cared for Dansanisa a lot since the death of her husband who got knocked down by a trailer just when he turned to give directions using his hands to gesture it for the other cars to drive pass since it's was their turn to go. He was a road safety police who stood in the middle of the road constructed container to give directions to cars in order to avoid too much accident on the road, jamming each other.

Is that all an act? "I am—I mean Celestia doesn't use me for money!" I shouted back. It's okay for me if she called me airheaded, I'm fine with it. I'll accept it. I know that I am not that smart but telling me that I use Hilary for her money? I can't take that! "I don't care about what you think she is but you need to avoid her! I don't like someone who's going to use the money we grow," she said and grab a dress.

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 rather slam my tongue on a door than go out with him. I don't have a thing for sweet guys" "Ooh, you like the ones that would rough you up like Mr. Martinez" Bell teased the other. Mystique scoffed. "Definitely not that asshole" "Now am beginning to believe you are stalking me," a hard voice said behind them and both girls turned to find their Intruder, only to be met with a chilling stare that could melt even ice. Mr. Damien Martinez stood there elegantly, wearing a black suit, his hair messy but attractive and his hands buried in his front pockets as he stared coldly at the two before his company.

President enticed him using the highest position as thee chief of staff, but the cold and aloof Jude rejected totally. This same Jude was the one whom Alexis was able to exchanged blow with and still remained standing. therefore the security trying to stopped Alexis from advancing towards the restaurant, looked to be the biggest joke ever knew and heard, because Alexis just dodge all the men as they all make attempt to stopped her, the men all appeared like they were all slow as a snail to Alexis.

If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it. It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze. "You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?"

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

“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”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.