Stiles Stilinski Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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. Stiles had done many things for Landhor and knew that Landhor had gotten him to where he was now so that he had someone to do the dirty work for him. He knew as well that he was more than worthy of a fate worse than death for all he had done for Landhor and had prepared himself for this. What a shame it was that he would never see Cassie again. Stiles mumbled the name to himself once more and leaped off the top floor. The next second, the special forces office blared with a deafening alarm.

What does he have against me? "Why?" I had to ask, I need to figure out the why. But the man just laughed and told me to put zip tie cuffs placed in the backseat console on each other and show our wrists to him. The stalker gave the instruction easily as if he knows that he was going to kill both of us and leave the crime scene unscathed. Deep down I know I have a fighting chance with Jill by my side, but still, I wonder if anything might go wrong. My mind quickly trails to Ella. At least she'll be okay. Safe and unharmed.

"You’re not your sister, Ora. You’re a weak girl who needs someone like me to tell her what to do. You’re just confused because of that dick, Darian. But don’t worry, once I mark you, you’ll be mine, and he will need to find someone else to obsess about." I shook my head, "you’re crazy. I don’t want you, and I will never want you." Before I could stop Eli, he had slapped me in the face. "Don’t you dare talk to me that way." My lip was bleeding, but I didn’t even feel it. "You’re insane, Eli. I am not yours, and I will never be yours. My father will kill you if he finds out what you did."

"I didn't take it that way." "Good." "The reason you gave me at the time was that you liked me." This can't be good. "but when I helped you clear your tickets, you dumped right on these steps. Called me a nerdy piece of trash who should kiss your feet, and be grateful you gave me the best week of my life." He suddenly frowns, and I feel discomfort in my gut. Stiles rests his back against the wall, staring at me as he speaks. "It hurt, alot. But I guess I should have known. You're a Gastillo. You were bound to be just as bad as your family members. And with the record you had in school. Dating only the hottest jocks, I don't know why I believed that you liked me. You sold it well, made me and

"You don't need to be afraid of Adam. Even though Adam was a big mobster he would never hurt someone he loved. He will only hurt the person who hurt him, more precisely a charlatan. " Jeslyn's heart was beating fast again. "Is it possible that my plan to leave will work?" She thought. TBC.

Sometimes he sat across from me and talked nonsense about Valenti business until I laughed despite myself. One rainy afternoon, he found me staring at Luca's ring in the dish. "Do you want me to throw it into the lake?" he asked. I shook my head. "No." "Do you want me to throw Bellandi into the lake?" I almost smiled. "No." "You're no fun." I looked at the ring. "I don't hate him enough. That's the problem." Dante leaned against the counter. "Maybe you don't need hate to leave." I wanted to believe that.

“That’s what you’re good at… denying. Just like how you deny of flirting to my fiancé. How dare you pulled that trick.” I wanted to laugh so loud as I watched Alison boil with anger, that’s just a small portion of anger I am feeling for stealing from me, I was just slowly reclaiming what was mine to begin with. Though Rowan was never in the picture I have envision but seeing Alison made me rethink my plans.

Satisfied with his masterpiece, he sits beside me, leaving me painted from head to toe in cum as he lights two cigarettes and passes me one, admiring his work of art. “You look so fucking beautiful, little bird. I wish you could stay like this forever,” he says softly, his eyes turning darker than before. “What's the matter, Brixton?” I ask, almost afraid of his answer. “What did Stacks mean that tonight was your last dance?” He asks, completely avoiding my question. My breath hitches as I think of something to tell him, not wanting him to know the truth. “I quit. I'm not dancing anymore,” I lie, but I know it's only a matter of time before he finds out.

She keeps on stealing glances at him. They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him. "You didn't tell me your name." "It's Aron." And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn't know how she would get him

It read He was pissed, this person was toying with him. He was here to dig up Brendan's past. He walked away. Stiles pulled Amelia close to him harshly and tried to have sex. She refused him. Claiming she was sore. What insolence? She was never to deny him for any reason, except she was dead. He had beaten her and forcing his way with her. When he was raping Amelia, he was fantasizing about Cisca. She looked pure, and untouched, not like this tha was a leftover.