Stiles Quotes Novels & Stories

The kind of clarity that comes when you've finally hit rock bottom and realized the only way out is through. Stiles stood in the doorway wearing that expression I knew so well—the one that said he thought he'd already won, that I was just a bug he could squash whenever he felt like it. His eyes raked over my borrowed clothes with obvious disdain, and I could practically see him cataloging all my failures, all the ways I'd fallen from the pedestal he'd put me on. Not that the pedestal had ever been real. It had just been another cage with better decorations. "Winter," he said again, drawing out my name like it was something distasteful. "I have to say, I'm surprised you had the nerve to show

, I retorted, acting playful as well. “ It's not your fault? After having two bowls of ramen? Surely, it is not your fault”, Mr Churchill said and the laughter echoed more especially because of how sarcastic he sounded. I never knew that Mr Churchill could even make a joke. “ Mr Churchill, so you can say something funny?” Stiles asked, looking surprised just like I was. It was as if he had read my mind and was asking the question I wanted to ask. “ Yeah, yeah”, he said in a singsong tone, tilting his head from side to side, “ I can. Don't be too surprised”.

"You’re really in a rush, huh? What’s the hurry?" He began to drive off down the road. "You look beautiful." He complimented. "Thank you." I simply replied. Feeling very angry at him and more angry at my self. I sank back into my seat, exhaling sharply, feeling the tension drain from my shoulders as we drove away. "You're one hell of a drama queen, Isla," Stiles said teasingly, his voice filled with amusement. “I mean, I get it. Last time I took you out, you left abruptly…that was quite rude. And now you….were you being chased or something?."

“Stiles, I said eat your food” “Mom, please... Let me go out with them” “Stiles, Ejor, please, I beg you in the name of God, allow me to eat my food. We will talk later.” "Let me go with them. I'm sick and tired of sitting home all day, receiving sympathy from bunch of people. I want to go out of the house and also see the world for myself. How much longer do I have to stay home?” I mumbled. "Stiles! ah! ah! Allow me to eat na”

Wilbur smiled calmly and said, "I can tell you for sure that it is not." Stiles was stunned. Then, he started laughing maniacally, all the while coughing out more blood. Wilbur looked at him quietly for some time before saying, "You're about to die anyway. Could you tell me where your Realm Demon gets its powers from?" "You're curious to know?" Stiles' mouth was covered in blood. He looked at Wilbur excitedly. Wilbur nodded. Stiles smiled smugly which then turned into a maniacal laugh. He spat out large amounts of blood, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

Typical angry Stiles. "Stiles," I called slowly, my voice low and warning. "Please, we will talk about this later. Please." Stiles stood up, looking from me to Sky. “Then you traitors!” he spat. “I can't believe you, Riven, did this to me! I’m getting out of this place! I’m leaving! I can't stay under the same roof with a murderer and his cohort!" Grey’s face went white. He grabbed Stiles’s arm, his fingers digging into his sleeve. "Stiles, wait, please! Don't do this. Please."

Stiles Stilinski POV "My knees are hitting the grass right now, Alpha Derek," Stiles says, his giant frame dropping straight onto the dirt without a single bit of hesitation. "My wolf swears on the moon, my claws would give up my very life to repay this massive debt to your name. From this night forward, whatever your pack needs from my borders, my warriors will execute the task without a single question."

He pleaded, taking a step forward, but Benjamin stretched his hand to stop him, and Zion flared up, shooting daggers with his eyes at the bigger man. "I cannot be with someone who thinks his customers are pigs and leaches." She said, reminding him of his words three days ago at dinner. It wasn't his first time speaking poorly about his customers and those he worked with, but it was the one she needed to make her move with. His eyes pale, knowing what she meant. "I didn't mean that; it was all a joke. You know how jokes are. It's nothing to take to heart, baby." "You shouldn't joke about some things, Mr Stiles, and I am not your baby." She answered, not buying his excuses. "Show yourself a li

“Can you help me out with some money then?” Without hesitation, Stiles transferred the amount I asked for right there. “Just think of it as my support for your cause,” he said, smiling brightly. I gave him a peck and kept him company for a while before I dashed out the door, claiming I needed a spa day to unwind. Stiles followed me out, wanting to see me off.