Willard Stiles Novels & Stories

He returned to his officer, looking out of the window. "I'm sorry, Cassie." Stiles excused himself to head to the top floor of the building. Surely a fall from the seventh floor would be enough to kill him. Stiles looked below him, a stern and dazed expression on his face. He was Landhor's distant nephew, and his parents had died when he was young. Stiles had pulled every last string he could to get in touch with Landhor, who had kept him fed and even got him a job at the special forces.

I said, throwing my head down like the weight of my worries was too much to bear. Stiles knelt in front of me, his gaze soft yet firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and I raised my head to meet his eyes. “I’m with you every step of the way. Have you forgotten who your fiancé is? Stiles Wesley, set to inherit W&S Enterprise. I know a thing or two about business too, and I'll help you out.” he promised, just like he always does.

Andrew looked doubtful but Bill made things clear, "They suspect Bill Stewart is related to William Mackenzie, not that William Mackenzie and Bill Stewart are the same person. You know what I mean, Reece?" Andrew Reece realized it and could now say with relief, "Understood, General." A few days later, the time for Bill Stewart's inauguration as the new General of War had arrived. All the court officials flocked to the large field area that was used for training outside the guards' training building. Keannu Wellington and his wife Monica Wilhelm were already there and were greeted by everyone in the palace with a formal salute. Jody Gardner, dressed in his full armor, had also taken his place

“As a Vice President over accounts here, I assure you, the only secretary from the pool who will meet my requirements is Miss Moore.” When Mrs. Stiles opened her mouth to argue, Andrew held up his hand. “I must advise you,” he tossed her own words back at her, seething with barely contained loathing. “I saw you standing in this very doorway, preventing others from aiding while Miss Moore struggled to keep my brother from falling to his death. Perhaps if you’d been less intent on furthering your own agenda and more on being a decent human being, my brother would still be alive. So we’re clear—there is absolutely no way I will have you or anyone of your choosing work for me. Ever.”

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.