When Does Stiles Dad Find Out Novels & Stories

"It's you?" " Yes, ma'am. I am sorry to have frightened you but I guess it would only be right to let you know ahead of time," "Oh, what is it if I may ask?" Stacy inquired. "Ethan Hills, your dad, arrived here not too long ago," The guard stated and Stacy felt her heart drop into a bottomless pit

"Who is it? It's late." Tyler frowned. He set the frame down and went to the door. "Is it the agent?" He leaned up to the peephole and took a look outside. The next second, I saw his back stiffen visibly. Tyler whipped around to look at me, his face pale. "What's wrong?" I was shocked by his reaction. Tyler's lips trembled as he stammered, "I-It's Julia." My mind went blank. The tape in my hands slipped and hit the floor.

Scoffing, I didn't bother paying any further attention to this matter. However, within seconds, I got a call from the same landline number. This time, I didn't bother taking it. My phone kept ringing for over 15 minutes before I received a text message. "Stop ignoring our calls, Carl Stone! To think that a man your age would behave so atrociously! How dare you act like you're in the right when you owe the hospital money?" Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records."

Shirley could not dodge the fallout either. The internet dragged her for doing zilch, and when they dug up some of her shady dealings with students, the school put her on leave and started digging. I kept on treating Josh's illness, just doing my thing. Until one day, the cops called. "Is Mr. Johnson your dad? We need you to come down to the station."

The ashes slowly swirled down the drain. At the same time, the police entered the station. "Mr. Noah Reid, we have evidence linking you to the deaths of Mr. Phillip Covington and his wife. You need to come with us." Stella froze for a moment, then grabbed the officer's arm in a panic. "Are you sure? Phillip Covington is my dad! How can the bodies be my parents?" The police handed her the death certificates. "According to our confirmation, the deceased are indeed your parents, Mr. Phillip Covington and Ms. Maria Stone."

"You old busybody, why don't you mind your own business? I'll have you reported and fired! Just you wait!" Dr. Hodge gave a cold laugh. "Do as you please. In 40 years of practicing medicine, I've never seen parents this cruel. I'm stepping in to handle this, no matter what!" Outside the door, camera flashes went off. Reporters who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news now crowded the entrance. As Dad watched the scene unfold, it finally dawned on him that things had spiraled completely out of control.

Right then, a familiar old man burst into the station like a whirlwind. It was Grandpa, my biological mother's father. He had somehow heard the news and rushed from the countryside overnight. His hair was disheveled, and his face was stained with tears. The moment Grandpa saw Dad, he didn't say a word. He lunged forward and delivered a resounding slap right across his face. The crack echoed sharply through the room. His voice was thick with endless grief and fury as he wailed at the top of his lungs, "You monster! Give me back my grandson! Give me back Ewan!"

"I'm not going to the party. The interview's canceled, too. You can hold it for Naomi instead." Mom's voice instantly turned shrill. "Stella, have you lost your mind?! This is your university acceptance party! All the relatives are here, and the TV station crew is about to arrive! How could you suddenly not come? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for our family?" "That's your problem."

I dragged my tired feet over to the front door of the house and opened it, only to hear the sound of laughter and lively chatter coming from the living room. My breath hitched, and I froze. The moon was shining overhead, its soft, silver light illuminating the four figures happily huddled in the living room. I was not part of the huddle, and I felt my heart go cold. When they spotted me, their laughter ground to a halt, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. I quirked the corner of my lips and asked in a deliberately formal, distant tone, "May I know where my room is?" Dad's expression stiffened. Calvin shot to his feet and hurried to point at the door at the furthest end of the staircas

Everything fell apart My mom told me the Alpha's son took over as the new leader. He didn't recognize my dad as the most respected beta and when my dad died, our lives turned into a living nightmare, and now it led us to running away from our pack. “What's that smell?” I asked, smelling something burning. I grew alert and took the small bag and rushed out of the bathroom I was stunned when I walked back to my bedroom and found my room in flames