Stiles Stilinski Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

When my collar was furiously yanked, I met Jeffrey's eyes and nodded solemnly. "I understand." I had no intention of competing with Rhianne in the first place. And even if I wanted to, could I possibly win? I was but an imposter. Who would stand by me? "Alright, you both are being too harsh. How could you be so authoritarian with El? I'm not made of paper—I'll be fine," Rhianne chipped in. The situation was about to settle down when she stepped in again, affectionately wrapping her arms around me. "El, let's go have fun together. Just ignore these annoying men!"

“Go tell Riley I will be downstairs in five minutes.” Before I could move, Miles bent down toward the blonde girl. His huge palm wrapped around the front of her throat, tilting her head back, and he kissed her hard. It wasn't a sweet kiss; it was passionate, aggressive, and intense—like he was trying to prove a point to me. When he finally broke the kiss, he looked back over his shoulder at me, a dangerous smirk on his lips. “Make that ten minutes,” he said. I looked at the girl with a flash of disgust. I couldn't believe she had so little self-dignity. Feeling a sudden, sharp ache in my chest that I couldn't explain, I spun on my heel, walked out of the room, and purposely left his bedroom

"Maybe she doesn't want to like you anymore? Why can't you leave her alone, you bully?" It was true. I was slowly going back to my old self. The possessive asshole Aaron who always got his way. But I didn't care at this point. I felt a strong desire toward my silly little stalker girl. It was as if we were switching roles. I was the one who was stalking her now. Oh, how the table has turned.

She shoved off Max's images from her head and focused on the guy in front of her, her man. She not only trailed down a queue of kisses below his neck while he rocked himself across her stomach but also guided him down to her neck to her weak point. Stella inhaled his cologne, feeling him close, but it came out as a bad experience as she expected Max's smell to hit her nostrils. Nelson was no less than a charming prince but he was lesser than Max Stokes.

“I’m inclined to do so, but I’m apprehensive… What would be the fallout if my mother were to uncover this?” Currently, the rapport between my mother and Stassie is strained. Stassie has been neglecting her rent payments for an indeterminate period of time, which has caused a significant amount of tension. My mother, concerned about my future, has explicitly instructed me not to interact with Stassie. She believes that my focus should be undividedly on my burgeoning modeling career. She suggests that I should expand my social circle within the modeling industry, as it could open up new opportunities and experiences for me. However, Stassie and I share a bond that dates back to our school days

she stammered, nervously tugging at the ill-fitting white designer dress. "I think 'Frost Shield' would be better. It helps with survival." She offered the answer as if it were reasonable, hoping it would sound convincing. Lewis's expression cooled instantly. I laughed sharply without holding back. "That's a trash talent only low-level beginners would choose." "You don't even understand basic class mechanics, and you still dare to impersonate the number one mage on the server?" Each word hit Stacy like a slap across the face. Lewis immediately followed up with a clear and decisive dismissal.

Atlas, on the other hand, can wear a three piece suit and nobody would be the wiser. From now on I'm going to have to keep his mouth on hidden places. I'm sure that together we can think of better places for his love bites. Growing wet at the thought of his mouth in very particular places I cross my legs and adjust myself to release a bit of the building pressure. Watching me patiently, Tilly sips her coffee, clearly amused by my discomfort. Well, two can play that game. Reaching out from underneath the counter I pull out her ankle boot and place it in the space between us.

That's how stalking Allistair started. Well, actually part of this scheme is Sheena's idea. Most of it are from my creative yet psycho-like whirlwind mind. After sealing the deal, I left Sheena with no choice. She humiliated one of her precious boyfriends and so I got to keep my end of the bargain. Which is to expose this man across my seat, eating breakfast after saving me. I'm sure he'll regret not leaving me in cold last night. Only if he knew about the plans I kept under my sleeves. He'll regret letting a spy and double-sided agent sleep in his bed.

Stiles replied to his wolf calmly. “How are you feeling?” Anita asked as she walked inside. Sitting on a chair close to his bed she placed her hands on his forehead. Letting out a deep sigh Stiles replied slowly, “I'm fine Anita,” he sounded extremely calm which was unlike him at the moment. “I was seen by someone.” Stiles suddenly uttered, getting rid of the silence that invaded the room. *A human to be precise* His wolf hissed angrily and Stiles shut him up again. Stunned Anita couldn't help but exclaim in agony “You got seen by a human?”

I turned around to turn on the monitor to see that she was glaring at her friend. "We might be fucked." The friend said in return. "Why?" Vivianne asked in a confused tone. "Did you know who that was?" She asked, gesturing at my door, not knowing I was behind the door watching their entire interactions. "My stalker." "He definitely has better things to do than stalking you. That, my dear friend, is the CEO of the biggest gaming company in Europe. Mr. Russell Richardson." Vivianne fell silent. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish gasping for breath out of the water. She finally talked.