Pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
SUMMARY:
Old skeleton keys tied to shabby locks, a covenant that governs the light & dark, and a thought provoked: "We're all just prisoners here!"
Stiles and Derek begin to traverse the maze of their relationship, and the secrets that unfold with each step they take forward.
Oh, and Stiles continues writing in The Black Wolf Diaries!
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DISCLAIMER:
1. The canon Hales are not mine, and I do not own Whittemore Senior, or Sheriff Stilinski
2. Papa Hale is called James Hale and Mama Hale is called Talia Hale, again I just own the Papa Hale's names.
3. I do not own Mama Stilinski, either.
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WARNING:
I OWN THE POEM "Tears of Blood", so please do not use without explicit permission... Thank You.
NOW THOUGH THE PLOT IS ALL MINE;
THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ADELSTEIN PRODUCTIONS, DIGA VISION, FIRST CAUSE, INC. LOST MARBLE TELEVISION, MGM TELEVISION, SIESTA PRODUCTIONS, JOSEPH P. GENIER, MARTY ADELSTEIN, RENE ECHEVARRIA, TONY DISANTO, LIZ GATELEY, RUSSELL MULCAHY, MTV AND JEFF DAVIS. . .
THE REST OF THE STORY AND CHAPTERS BELONG SOLELY TO ME 'SAHIBA KT'.
This story is rated Mature (M) or Explicit. Please Enjoy.
I DO NOT OWN THE MEDIA IN ANY OF MY STORIES.
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BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.