Stiles Sheriff Novels & Stories

In the police headquarters of all the police stations in the New City district of the state, Sheriff Stone Stanley, well-kitted in his sheriff uniform, elegant, tall, young, and average muscular, walked into the long horizontal Hall heading directly to the lane that leads to offices. All the police officers stood unconsciously looking at him while he walked in like one viewed in a slow-motion manner.

The sheriff met his cold gaze with a defensive stance. “I’ll say the same” He muttered and then his eyes roamed both Christian and Theodore who acted like bodyguards. “I thought i told you to come alone” He looked as far as the car but with the silence that enclosed them on this deserted coast, he was moreso convinced. “Do you want your money or not?” Stevens hissed back at him, pulling out the cheque from his pocket and Constantin scoffed from his lips. “I’m not stupid. Bring out all the hostages and then i’ll give you the money.” The sheriff negotiated and Constantin chuckled.

Sheriff Morgan’s POV “It’s good that someone still has a cool head here now” I said in agreement. So we all agreed to work on our various assignments. I have been the sheriff in Winster county for more than 10 years, there haven’t been any case of murder. I really have to get to the bottom of this matter I was brought back to reality by my phone beep. It is the mayor of Winster county, she wants to know my progress with the case. “Damn it! Everybody wants a piece” I said in annoyance.

It’s the sheriff. “You ready for this?” I ask my best friend. “As I’ll ever be,” he says. As the cop turns into the parking lot, Caleb and I climb out of the car. I lean against the car as Caleb comes around the car and the sheriff pulls up next to us. He’s a tall, well-built, older man. He’s got that weathered skin that shows that he’s accustomed to being outside. Climbing out of the car, the sheriff greets us. “You must be the two southern boys. Ummm…Thorne and…I’m sorry. I can’t pronounce your name.”

The tall, dark haired officer says. The shorter, African American one beside him introduces himself. “I'm Sheriff Marty Tibbins. This is officer Ayden Scott. I'm looking for Calista Harlow.” “That's me.” “May I come in and speak to you?” The sheriff asks me politely. “Yes, sir. Please come on in.” I open the door wider, gesturing them in. The come into the house and I lead them to the living room. Wyatt sees them and gets out of the floor, coming to stand beside me, taking my hand in his.

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 craziness in his eyes.

Chapter 9 Her son. The boy who'd pushed her into the mud and declared he wished she would disappear. What kind of poison had been poured into that child's ear to make him turn on his own mother like that? And what kind of man stood by and let it happen? I'd only gotten a brief look at Stiles before I'd punched him, but it had been enough. He had a self-satisfied smirk, expensive watch, the air of a man who'd never been told no in his life and counted money while shitting in a golden toilet.. Yeah that was his type.

I had seen a lot, and finally, it seemed like it was time to come back to my senses and choose my path wisely. Knock. Knock. A knock on the door, jarring me out of my thoughts. The person didn't wait for my response. The door opened, and it was Stiles. He stepped in. He was already in his best-man suit, looking sharper than he ever did in his entire life. He leaned against the doorframe, checking me out with a smirk. “Look at you,” Stiles said, walking into the room, a small smile on his face. “I swear I have never seen you looking so professional and entitled like you do now.”

He blended in with the night. He had to be very careful. If he was the target, then he had to be at arms length from Cisca even if he didn't like it. He didn't want her to also suffer the same fate as Brendan. This was his duty from now on. Stiles staggered into the room that night. He had drank so much today because his father told him to stop maltreating Amelia. The king was disgusted with him. He wasn't over Cisca's rejection yet and the king went ahead to threaten to replace him with Alden if he refused to treat Amelia right.

With a heavy heart, Billy headed out to meet his new colleagues and he was uncertain how this collaboration was going to work, but for Lili's sake, he needed to desperately try to work with them and find the perpetrator behind the fire and the shooters. Introducing himself, he held out his hand to the first detective in a sleek black suit, "Hi, I am Sheriff Billy and welcome." He shook the hands of the other two detectives before they introduced themselves. "Hi, nice to meet you. I am Detective Caleb Stuart and this is Detective Stacey Afton and Detective Reinie Walters. Please just call us Caleb, Stacey and Reinie though. We do not need any formalities as we will be working together on t