Willard Stiles Novels & Stories

he then faced the entire employees who stood up shortly after he had stood up “Meeting dismissed” Stiles arrived at his office and was dumbstruck to see a document on his desk. Having a puzzled expression on his face, Stiles spoke through the intercom “Anita you are needed in my office right now” He leaned down on his chair and crossed his arms on his chest as he stared at the document in front of him boldly written *A letter of appeal*

She has not seen Alden in a while, but Reagan, who had access to the pack house, said that he looked unhappy, and even the king spoke about it. She was aware of the reason for his moodiness. If all this could just end and they would allow them to be together, she would put the Stiles incident behind her. Sadly, Stiles probably had people watching them. He was a beast. Alden would never rape a woman, no matter how endearing he found her. Stiles said that he found her lovely and attractive after having a wife. It was appalling, and the incident was still fresh in her mind. Stiles made her shiver in bad ways.

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.

Howard staggered and narrowly missed hitting his head on the wall as he fell to the ground. He spat out and realized his saliva had turned bloody. “Damn…when did you get so much strength….” He groaned as he clutched his chin. He looked up to see Eleanor glaring down at him. “I told you don’t touch my stickers! Stay the heck away from my stuff! Hand them back to me this minute!” “No…” he refused, hiding the stickers behind him. Eleanor became very furious. Her fists clenched and her breathing suddenly hiked heavily.

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,”

The billionaire prince that was caught up in some sort of trouble. This time was something else. It felt as though people were expecting something more of him. That what it is. Expectation, Will thought. He’d showed his cards, and now they waited for him to play his hand. “Excuse me,” a timid voice spoke. Will looked and an older man was trying to speak to him. “Yes?” “You don’t know me, but I worked for Stewart Industries as a young man many, many years ago. It was still a small company then. I met Mr. Conrad Stewart. He was a good man. I was devastated to learn of his passing.”

Others gathered as well. “Did you find anything about him?” Braylon asked while rubbing his forehead. Alex hummed, placing the laptop in front of Braylon. “His name is Stiles Vill from the south side of the city. His age is 41 and he is involved in various crimes in various places like shoplifting, violating traffic rules, theft and kidnapping, and charge rape. But he had no history of murder. I wonder how he became a friend of Mrs Anderson. Without purpose, he wouldn't have done it. And also he had a tattoo on his neck.” Alex explained.

After the woods has been arranged and the corpses have been put on it, all the Alphas who are present, are given a stick with fire, to light up the wood. Alpha Elias wanted me to give a motivational speech to the werewolves. But I tell him. “If they are not motivated by these dead, innocent, werewolves on this ground, no words can motivate them.” After lightening the bodies up, we all stand there in absolute silence. No words is said to anyone. After a few minutes, they start to leave the territory. Each Alpha approach me, telling me it’s good of me for doing this for Alpha Tate. What they don’t understand is, I did this for my own peace of mind. I didn’t want to thoughts of leaving the bodi

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.