Stiles Stilinski Novels & Stories

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

“So what now?” “Now,” Elena said, “we find whoever’s been watching.” As if on cue, footsteps echoed from the upper balcony. A man descended the staircase slowly, his steps measured. He wore a long coat, his hair streaked with gray, his face both familiar and foreign. “Elena Romano,” he said, his accent smooth, European. “I never thought I’d see the heir of the stolen pride standing here.” Elena’s pulse quickened. “Who are you?”

He looked hot, well… Not like he was anywhere close to Robert Or maybe, I couldn't care less. "Hi, I'm Stiles," he said, extending his hand. Ms. Turner? If I'm correct?" He had an inviting smile, one that showed a perfect dentition, the sort of smile that you couldn't help but enthusiastically return. "Hi Stiles," I replied, returning his smile. "I'm Isla." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isla," he said, his eyes lingering on mine a little longer than necessary. "Mr Hardy has asked me to collect the quarterly report".

"It's so hard to believe he is gone." "I know," I hold myself close, crossing my arms in front of me and squeezing, imagining I have him here with me to keep me safe. "I still feel guilty, leaving you to do this alone." "You are doing a very important job," he points out as he helps me out of the car. "Keeping the next generation of Steeles safe." His phone beeps and he looks at his message, smiling. "It's Tilly," he holds the phone closer to hide the screen. "Quick question," he looks up. "Are you dating Henri St.Croix?"

A part of me wanted to believe he was dead, but I knew better than to do that. The last time I made an assumption like that, Nathan died. Everything was in place already. Gianna and I agreed to resume classes after three days. I made sure to add cameras everywhere around the house—cameras only I controlled. The company told me no one else would be able to access it aside from Gianna and I. “You know, your stalker gives off the vibe of Zade Meadows from 'Hunting Adeline.'” She closed the book she was reading, the name read 'Silk Luv.'

I whispered, crestfallen. “The Brzezinski family is not just a mere influential force in our community; their reach extended beyond the local level to dangerous connections worldwide. Although you may believe you know what's best for your future, I see potential in you and value your contributions to our organization. Thus, I have an offer for you. Our conversation never happened; remove Lillianna from your circle of friends because she has now entangled herself with Alex, a close friend of Rei Brzezinski, one of the Brzezinski heirs. Tell Rei about your past truthfully. If you still desire a life with Rei despite your dark secrets, I will respect your choice. However, if your past proves to

So, I did as he said, and I turned on the small TV hanging in my office. “Well, hello to you, Vivian. Do you want to tell me what this intrusion is about?” I asked, glancing at him. “Hello to you, too. Go to CNN,” he instructed in an impatient tone. “Your answer is right there,” he added for clarification when he saw me raise a brow. I scoffed but went to CNN to see what was so special about them this morning since Vivian didn’t really like them. The headline boldly read: Stiles Airlines is experiencing a rapid decline following their recent scandal.

We enter an office, and he closes the door behind us, motioning for me to take a seat across from his elegant desk. “How old are you?” “Uh, 21. What’s your name, so I know what to call you?” My question comes out quietly as little anxious flutters swarm inside my stomach. My leg starts to bounce uncontrollably as he looks me over, giving me an intimidating look. “They call me Stacks around here. What can I call you?” I'm aware that I shouldn't use my real name with him, but the dense fog that is swirling around in my head prevents me from thinking clearly. I make myself look like a fucking fool by going completely blank and just staring at him.