Stiles Stilinski Novels & Stories

they say nothing as they begin to unpack and set up, at that moment the door opens and in came a well-dressed Diego, followed by an extremely gorgeous Stiliyan, Diego is dressed in a red suit, his head shiny, Stiliyan is dressed in a pecan colored suit, his dirty blonde hair gelled back, he looks absolutely divine, ‘MINE’ I say in a low whisper, two hefty looking men walk in seconds later, they looked alike except one has a white colored hair and the other a black colored hair,

“Look, I don't have any problems with you calling me nicknames like, Daddy white, fresh papa, daddy yo, yo Dada, sweet pa... and blah blah blah, not some dumb name that sounds like puppy and pop corn” “come on Dad” “No, I said no!” I replied bluntly “What’s that cube in your hand? give it to me” “It’s a Rubik's cube” Stiles replied feebly “Aerobics cube” “NooOH! It's a Rubik's cube, RuuuBi...Ks, R, U, B, I, K, S.. Rubik's cube” Stiles replied spelling it one after the other. “Ehnn, Over Sabi. Rubik's cube, or whatever you call it, it's non of my business, just give it to me”

the informer's voice sounded from the other end. "Tell me" "She's the daughter of the entrepreneur and the first lady, Mr and Mrs Castellan. She goes by the name Ixora Castellan." "Just that?" Bonnie asked, her face squeezing into a frown. "There isn't much information about her. We were able to find out that she once used to stalk a well-known billionaire, Mr Drexton Blackthorn." Bonnie's eyes darkened as she hung up the call. "What did he say?" Stacy asked.

The helplessness clawed at me, my throat dry, my hands trembling. I didn’t even hear the elevator chime at first. The sharp ding only registered when the doors slid open, snapping me back to reality. My eyes darted toward the entrance. There he was in his mighty aura... The Almighty business Mogul Adrian Steele. Most eligible bachelor and perhaps one of the youngest billionaires in New York.

Morrison had friends in the NYPD and the prosecutor's office and agreed to this collaboration for the sake of efficiently bringing Dylan behind bars. The other man who joined us in the room was much more peculiar. Killian explained that Mr. Stiles was a military specialist, a person he called whenever needed, as he named it a “special kind of approach.” I was wondering what his words meant until a tall, bulky, and highly intimidating man entered the study. Once he did, I decided it was better not to ask any questions. The two-millimeter cut of his hair, the long scar going from his chin down his neck, and another one under his left eye, made him look as if he had been taken straight from som

"The son is in the hospital. He fell down the stairs at his school." "Halah, that kid is just as troublesome as you!" ***

She cannot help but wonder if her mind had indeed totally misjudged the young doctor she had always looked down on in the den. My hand waves the apology off casually. "That is ancient history, Mr. Stilinski. Let our minds not dwell on old tracks." "Please, just call my name Stiles—my wolf does not deserve such grand formality from your lips," Stiles replies very humbly. Cora and Lydia break into a cold sweat sitting on the furs. Stiles, a major territory power player in the Beacon Moon Territory, was acting exactly like a loyal subordinate wolf before my seat.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

Sophie: "Archer is officially out. HR got the full report from the Miami PD about the stalking and the harassment. He’s blacklisted across the Tri-State area. Word is, his creditors are already circling because he leveraged everything on that 'golden boy' persona that just evaporated." I exhaled, a long, steady stream of air. There was a faint sting of irony, but no pity. Archer Schuyler had built his tower on a foundation of manipulation and ego. It was only a matter of time before the physics of reality brought it down. Then came the second part. Sophie: "And as for Sienna... karma works fast in Midtown. She got caught in a very public affair with a Senior VP. His wife confronted her in th