Stiles Stilinski Novels & Stories

he then faced the entire employees who stood up shortly after he had stood up “Meeting dismissed” Stiles arrived at his office and was dumbstruck to see a document on his desk. Having a puzzled expression on his face, Stiles spoke through the intercom “Anita you are needed in my office right now” He leaned down on his chair and crossed his arms on his chest as he stared at the document in front of him boldly written *A letter of appeal*

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Rosela thought. "He is the only person that can have the mind to do such a thing and for the fact that, Jacob was on his neck for more money" she added. "Such a bastard" Rosela said and went out as people were already in their compound. Dansanisa on the other hand is disturbed on whether the police will eventually finds out the person that actually hired the men to eliminate Seilor. She was scared at this point because it's was her first time of doing such a thing.

Stiles informed as he stopped the car in front of the restaurant. The first thing my eyes made contact with as soon as we stepped out was the big signboard hanging above the doorpost. "Nobel's restaurant," I whispered. I didn’t understand why but this time I picked up the scent of danger. It felt like something terrible was going to occur. Something that might take the life of someone. "What is wrong?" Stiles words called me out of my thoughts as I turned to him with my eyebrows partially furrowed. I examined his dress code. He was in his work attire; blue joggers and a while t-shirt having the name of his firm imprinted on it. Apart from the usual he was also in a long-sleeved hood jacket.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped

"I told you I'm swamped today," Monica Bowman huffed. "Don't bug me with calls or your absurd questions." Before I could turn the camera to show the scene, she hung up. Jake Finley scoffed and lunged, his boot slamming into my knee with brutal force. "Who do you think you are, meddling in my affairs?" he spat. "One word from me, and you're blacklisted in this city. Get lost!" I stumbled, biting back the pain. "Do you have any idea who those snacks are for?"

“ Yes, what can I help you with?” The Stiles guy said, inspecting us through the windshield he called glasses. They were just enormous for his eyes, and they seemed pretty heavy too. His ears were surely lifting a ton of weight just by holding those glasses up, and another thing; he wasn't Cole, but had an uncanny resemblance to him. “ Have you prepared the digital files that Mr Mali would be needing for the trial this morning?” Galinda asked, stopping right in front of him and placing one of her hands on her hip and the other on his desk.

She was now relaxed as Alberto didn't look like a threat to him. "I already did. But I don't have any modeling experience and they prefer experienced models. So, I wanted to tell you personally that I am your fan. I really like you… mm.. your work and I want to be a model for it". Alberto replied. "Well Mr Stalker, I have a team and we make our decisions together. We will select models and if you would be good enough to be a model. Then we will call you. So, no more stalking. Otherwise I will have to call the police and neither of us want that to happen. I think you would understand that". Juliana said.

Alan walked in with a middle-aged man in a suit. "Good morning everyone I'm Attorney Stiles, Miss Stone's Lawyer, and representative, I'm also the representative for the Cooper's, as you might have been aware." The man in suit introduces himself as he finds himself a seat, looking so confident and unshaken. The room feels cold as I can feel the struggle for power coming from all angles, the detectives looking like they would do anything to drag me into their dark cold cells with some real guilty murderers that might actually stab me to death, Grandpa looks like he is in a battle where he would trample upon anything that comes his way to victory, my hotshot lawyer does not look like he is her