Stiles X Reader Novels & Stories

The Stalker? Lily's POV “W-who are you?” I barely managed to utter as the man became visible to me. I saw his tattooed chest, his fuller biceps and the anger on his face. Though his face was not really visible that much I was trying to register his face but the lights of the bar were switched off. Will he kill me? “Alister” He said, his voice was different from others, it held the caliber to make others feel terror.

I grabbed my things and turned to leave. But then, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. A tall, muscular figure was leaning against the doorframe. It was Xander. "Looking for something, Stiles?" Xander asked. His voice was smooth and laced with a tease. "Fuck, Xander!" I gasped, clutching my chest. "You scared the life out of me.” “Betas don't get scared. Of little wolves like me,” he teased. I ignored him. “What are you even doing here?” I asked. “This is a private wing."

I snapped my head to where I’d seen him standing, only to see Nyxen alone, glaring at me. I snapped my head again to my stalker. How did he manage to get in front of me that fast? What is he? My gaze swept past Zane and landed on the door. My escape. I pushed him aside and scrambled to the door, only to find my way blocked again, but this time by Xyrelle, whip in hand. The silver length of it was stained with dark fluid. She flicked it towards me, and my eyes widened when the end wrapped itself around my wrist and jerked tight. I gasped with pain and surprise.

I was thrilled when I saw their newly arrived fashion magazines. I quickly grabbed one and paid for it at the counter. Then, I walked over to the reading area, where there were couches, comfy chairs, and small tables where people could sit and read. As I flipped through the pages, I couldn’t help but think about Xavier and Stelle. What was their relationship, really? Stelle wouldn’t just assume things if she hadn’t gotten some kind of sign from Xavier, right? But then, why does Chloe keep saying that Xavier doesn’t like her?

He sure had something in his mind which was not a simple one. “You’re thinking of revenge?” one man asked cautiously. “Not just any revenge,” Stiles replied, his smile widening. “The perfect revenge. He will regret touching us, and I will make it happen soon." A smirk appeared in his mouth, a disgusting one. After delivering his words, Stiles put on his long hoodie and dispersed from the group. The cult groups felt like they had achieved something by how Stiles wanted revenge on the detective. Two Days later. "Okay, Boys we have a new case now," Adler put the file in front of Alex and Eryx, who tiredly looked at Adler. "Aish, pull yourself together, man."

-Mason: Not you pushing my baby sister into p**n. -Mason: Li couldn’t do a split to save her life. -Mason: She says her stripper name would be The Professor’s Slut. "Don't send that!" I protest, but I'm too late. Jace already reads it. -Jace: She still in need of some lingerie, then? There's plenty here. -Mason: Got any pictures?

she called back, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Twix folded his arms, unimpressed. “It’s called sloppy.” I suppressed a chuckle. It reminded me of how Elysia and I had moved through our early battles, unaware that someone was always watching, always learning. Across from Willow, Kyan smirked. His broad shoulders and stormlight-colored eyes mirrored his father’s, and yet, there was something in the way he moved that was uniquely him. “Try not to burn me this time,” he said. Willow’s lips curved. “No promises.”

After that text, the heavy carriage pulls away into the fog, leaving Stiles standing on the stone steps with his back completely drenched in cold sweat and his hands trembling violently. "Alpha Stilinski, are your bones alright?" one of his enforcers asks hurriedly, running to his side. Stiles turns his pale face to his crew and declares with a loud roar, "Listen to my command! From this moon forward, our pack buries the hatchet with that doctor completely—no, with Mr. Hale! Anyone under my shadow who dares to provoke his scent will answer directly to my own claws! I will wipe out their entire family line myself!"

The next moment, Ace was ripping the skirt around my waist and shoving two thick fingers into my pussy, making me scream out, my eyes widening and my walls tightening around his digits. “That’s a little too fucking wet for a girl who claims to not like a word of what’s coming out of our mouths,” Ace chuckled, flicking my clit with his thumb and making me tremble and squirm shamelessly. I heard zippers being undone around me and I knew that these men were about to make this a picnic I would never forget for countless years to come. “How about I fuck a confession out of you, baby?” Xander breathed down my neck just before he rammed into my ass, stretching me in an ungodly yet amazing way.

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”