Stiles Stilinski 소설 & 이야기

It was one of extinction. Stiles left everything as he had found it, a ghost leaving nothing to suggest he had ever been there. As he vanished once again into the London night, the rain washing the scent of ink and dishonesty from his clothes, he took with him the truth Clarkson had gambled everything to reveal.

How did you speak the truth aloud when you didn’t understand it yourself? I passed into the dark stairwell that led to the lower cellar, where the stone smelled of earth and rot and time. The light was thinner here. The world quieter. Still. And yet I wasn’t alone. I paused on the third step. There, half-shadowed near the bottom landing, stood a tall figure I recognized instantly. Derrin. The Alpha’s Beta. His right hand. His enforcer. He wasn’t looking at me. Not exactly. But he didn’t need to.

Seel held on to his seatbelt because of the speed. "Who knows?! We have to watch them. Call the station and ask them to send people to watch Miss Isabella." Nelly ordered while making a turn at sn intersection. "I don't think that's possible" Seel replied. "What do you mean?" "Two years ago, When she first debuted she and her Manager came to file a report about a stalker. But we didn't believe her, while thinking she was just paranoid because she just debuted. We told her it might just be harmless fans"

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

I woke up to the noisy chatter of the classroom, rubbing my eyes to see something written on the blackboard: [100 Days Until Finals]. I was shocked, wondering if I had actually been reborn. I looked around and noticed everyone was staring at their report cards. Someone exclaimed, "Could Chloe Stevens actually be a genius? Her grades improved so quickly in just a few days!" "This time, Chloe and Sienna Stevens are tied for first place in the whole school! That's not just improvement; that's like her taking a rocket ship to the top!"

~Celine's POV~ The Thornhart Maritime headquarters rose like a glass fortress against the coastal skyline, all sharp angles and reflective windows that threw back the gray morning light. I had seen it from the cliffs of the estate dozens of times, a distant shimmer on the horizon. Now I stood at its base, and it felt less like a building than a declaration of power. Lucien stepped out of the black SUV first, his posture already shifting the rigid spine loosening, his gaze turning vacant and pleasant. Lucas followed, humming tunelessly. I trailed behind them both, playing the role of the quiet, overwhelmed wife the staff expected.

I shivered and left the kitchen with a glass of blood instead. On my way up the stairs, I met the young Melissa who was rushing down and nearly ran me over. She quickly apologized and a bright blush broke out over her cheeks, making me realize what was going on. She had probably spent her first night with my son! When she looked up, I saw a clear mark just below her neck. I couldn’t help but smile as I let the girl go.

What does he have against me? "Why?" I had to ask, I need to figure out the why. But the man just laughed and told me to put zip tie cuffs placed in the backseat console on each other and show our wrists to him. The stalker gave the instruction easily as if he knows that he was going to kill both of us and leave the crime scene unscathed. Deep down I know I have a fighting chance with Jill by my side, but still, I wonder if anything might go wrong. My mind quickly trails to Ella.

, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true. “Miss. Williams, you don’t really have a choice here, I am sorry, we don’t get along yet, but I am sure as the time passes you’ll be comfortable around me.” He explains with that constant annoyingly gorgeous smile on his handsome face. “I said no, get out! Do you know who I am? I am a supermodel, if I say I don’t want something, you listen to me, got it?” I snarkily bark at him but remember my mom warning me about wrinkles, so I make a straight face again. “Allison and guys, will you excuse us for a minute, I need to talk to Ms. Williams alone.” My eyes widen at his words. Allison just nods at him and ev

She only wears it whenever she has to go on an important meeting or presentation, it had never failed her and she's hoping with all her heart that this time it won't as well. Taking a deep breathe, she wore her signature stoic face and entered the building. She received a temporary ID card after telling the receptionist her name and purpose, as instructed by the person who answered her call the day before. Apparently, The Mask is publicly known as Megastone Inc., a mid-tier company in the construction industry. They're said to do most of their contracts abroad so they're not that known locally. At least that's what she was told.