Ala Stanford Book Novels & Stories

His long hair blew in the wind as he gazed into her doe-like eyes. With a twinkle in her eye, she said. “It’s the only English book I could find.” Slater scooted the reading matter to the end of the bed with his foot. “I think I’ll survive.” She turned serious. “Thank you for coming for me. I’m sorry you got hurt.” “I could tell you it was just an assignment, but I’d be lying. This mattered, it’s personal for MIT2. We would never have given up on you.” Slater turned his attention to Johnny. “Bro, this was my last mission. I’m leaving MIT.”

Stanley, the lady with whom she lived. "She is," said Mrs. Stanley, "a good enough girl, if she would only let books alone; but she seems to have a passion for study, quite unsuitable for one in her station. When she is cleaning the knives she will have a book before her; and instead of singing the baby to sleep, she will get down and read to her, or repeat something which she has learned." "And has she no relatives?" asked the gentleman.

I explain. "Wow," "Yeah," "That’s amazing," Stan's response surprises me. I have never had my readers say that to me. "Wait, you don’t care?" I confirm. He chuckles and shakes his head. "No. You don’t care about what others think. Your book has made a lot of controversies, but it shows an outside perspective. Your religion doesn’t hinder your opinions; instead, it encouraged them. You even have a section in the book where you point out particular flaws between the versions of the Bible. You are the only person so far that has to reveal the flaws of your religion without censorship. And I think that is very courageous," Stan's honesty makes me smile was spread from ear to ear. After this mome

Stanford's voice came from behind, and Shirley couldn't pretend not to hear. Since he caught up, she figured they might as well chat. Shirley stopped and turned slowly. "Mr. Stanford, what can I do for you?" Stanford's eyes were red, as if he had been crying. Hmm, whoever could make Mr. Stanford cry must have some talent. Shirley nodded. Stanford glanced at Shirley's assistant and said, "I'd like to speak to you alone. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Even if I don't like you anymore, I wouldn't do anything to a woman. My upbringing doesn't allow it."

"And why haven't you used it to get you some food?” “W-well… because… I'm not a guy,”I stuttered, blinking. Not a guy? That was some fucked up excuse. "So… the book is sexist?" Stan asked and I gave him an unusre nod. He bought it anyway. “Oh, alright." His face beamed with a smile as he grabbed the book from me and moved out of the line. I quickly slipped in before the space could close up. “Thank you, Stan," I said, grinning.

One was ‘Foundation in Medicine’ while the other was ‘Medical Diagnosis’. “Sure,” said Stanley, glancing coldly at the two books. Upon seeing the word ‘Foundation’ on the topmost book, he instinctively raised his eyebrows. “Take a look at these two books first. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me through WeChat. Once you’ve read them, I’ll teach you some other things.” “Sure.” “You have to study them seriously, do you understand?” “Okay,” he said before casually pushing the two books aside.

I just didn't expect to hear it from Stan. "I missed his class, and he's giving me an opportunity to get back my grades. Though I considered it pure wickedness at first, I kinda like it now because reading his big books and solving the math questions is helping me. He challenges me, and I want to show him that I'm up for the challenge," I explained, trying to sound as normal as I could because it was becoming awkward. I never thought I would defend my professor like that.

B O N U S C H A P T E R 1 : A F T E R T H E H A P P I L Y E V E R A F T E R E L L A S T A N F O R D

Kimberly looked nervous as she glanced at the document. Stanley took the papers and began to read them carefully. He knew he had to be smart, he couldn’t just sign everything away without a plan. ‘I need some time to read through these’ Stanley said, stalling for time. ‘What’s there to read? Just sign already’ Anthony snapped impatiently. ‘I need to make sure everything is in order. This is a big decision, I can’t just sign without thinking it through’ Stanley replied calmly, trying not to show any fear.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."