Stiles Stilinski Novels & Stories

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

"I don't care about some petty thief! I want to know where Inspector Sloane is, right now!" Sharpe flinched at the volume of it, but he squared his shoulders and kept insisting. "Sir, you can rest completely easy! Someone from the corporate office tipped me off privately yesterday—I paid good money to find out. Inspector Sloane is a retired military man in his forties. He's five-foot-eleven."

Right now all I cared about was the video playing in my hand. Dominic Steele. Mr Perfect. Mr Untouchable CEO of Steele Empire. The man who thought he was above everyone else. There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall.

" Me too, he is always on his lane, doing his thing, not mixing with people, I think this is a case of jealousy. But I don't get why Stiles and his mother should be. Her son has the crown, so why the fuss?" " They know that Alden is better than Stiles when it comes to things like this. People prefer Alden to Stiles." " Even with the scandal?" Cisca snorted, "Please, Stiles has done worse. The king apologized before his death. Stiles is a rapist, a wife beater and a whole lot, and i do not say this because of our relationship." " True. So what will you have for dinner?" Reagan asked. As soon as Reagan asked the question, they heard a knock at the window.

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.

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

When I got back to my senses Caleb was gone and he’s looking at me with a frown while sticking his hand out that made my brows creased. “You’re not safe. Give me your keys—I’m driving you home.” the man said with a deep voice… I almost got swayed again but I stepped back. Why does his voice sound like a memory I forgot? “Who are you?” “We don’t have time for introductions. But I promise, I’m not your enemy.” Is he another stalker? I shake my head, their tactics won’t work with me… I had enough of them, though he kind of saved me from Caleb… still that doesn’t give him a pass.

Riven. As much as I didn't want to think of what I had just seen, I couldn't really help it. My mind was stuck, like fucking stuck and glued to what my eyes had seen today. First of all, I knew Stiles to be a Casanova, a very promiscuous dude—flirty, always engaged, with women of course—and I thought that it could be the reason why he had created that space for himself because I already knew his dorm was a no-no.

As I stepped down, he walked up to me with blunt eyes “We're going to have to search you!” He said and I blinked. “I'm sure that's a gross violation of my privacy!” I said and he showed me a gun which made me roll eyes. “What? You wanna threaten me now? Forgetting that I'm meeting with your boss, I could have you…” I read through his name tag and rolled eyes. “Herman Stilinski, Fired for the inappropriate handling of guests!” I said and he dropped the gun immediately. “I thought as much!” I rolled my eyes and brought out a breath mint before going in.

Stiles said calmly, as if he were asking me to pass the salt. With shaking hands, I accepted the pen and scrawled my name across the bottom of each page, officially signing away my marriage, my home, my son. "There's one more thing," Stiles said, reaching for my left hand. The wedding ring—his grandmother's ring, a family heirloom that had been passed down for generations—slid off my finger easily. My hands had grown thin from stress and poor eating. He walked over to Annalise's bedside and dropped to one knee. "This belongs to the woman I truly love," he said, sliding the ring onto her finger. "Will you marry me, Anna?"