Barney Stinson Novels & Stories

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

Fay said confidently. Handy chuckled. His laughter sounded dismissive. “Don’t be so naive. Do you think after eighteen years of disappearance, Miss Barney can be miraculously found? You think Mr. And Mrs. Barney have stopped looking all this time until you slipped out of their reach. My father was just lucky to find you with an identity similar to Miss Barney.” There was no surprise on Fay’s face. Instead, she chuckled as she tossed a candy bar to Mike who had been looking at her curiously.

"My mentor is Barney Litton, and my name is Emmett Channing. I'm his senior apprentice! If you had any tact at all, you'd do as I say. Otherwise, today will be the day you die!" Barney Litton? At the mention of this name, several of the patrons immediately looked stricken! Barney was a famous Supreme Grandmaster from Steinberg! He was known for being ruthless. Once, he had broken Hans' cousin's legs because he had provoked one of Barney's personal apprentices.

"I'm so sorry, Wilbur. This is all my fault." "Don't worry, Tina. You aren't to blame for any of this, and I promise I'll come to save you as soon as possible. Don't be afraid, alright?" "Okay." Wilbur was going to comfort her further, but the phone was taken away from Tina abruptly. "That's enough. My name is Barney, and you'd best remember my name. Greensource Corp welcomes you. Alright, go do your thing." Barney hung up the phone after that, and Wilbur stared at the phone in silence for a while.

It was clear he had a habit of eating high carb meals for breakfast because he had quite the stomach bulge on him. Officer Barren was a man of medium build, African American, and had dark brown eyes that almost looked black. His face was clean shaven but a small mole stood out on the side of his nose, he looked to be in his late twenties. Possibly younger. Azzo took out his business card and handed it to Officer Stills. “Azzo Eckehard, I’m here to see a client. She’s my client’s fiancé.”

Tina asked, batting her eyelashes at Barney. "Woman, drink your damn coffee, nosy old lady." "You know you love this old lady Barney" "Nope not really" "You are hurting my feelings, Barney, Rudy will hear about this" "Rudy loves me too much to fire her favourite person in the world." "I think that would be her husband Barney" I added "You need to back me up, Red; you're my person, and we have to stick together." "Go back to work and stop harassing the poor girl, Barney," Tina added with a small smile, we all love Barney even if he sometimes acts like a crazy person, he is like the crazy but funny grandpa everyone loves.

the sixty-five-year-old said with a big smile. And he still hasn’t gotten his teeth fixed, Scott thought. Bart was worth close to a hundred million dollars. Scott couldn’t understand why Bart insisted on walking around with two front teeth missing and bad clothing. “Yes, it’s been about six – seven years, I think.” “Hell yeah, it’s been. Let me introduce you to my beauties. The one on the right is Shonda, and the one on my left is Nina.” “Hi,” the girls said as they waved to greet him.

Barry simpers brightly, "Oh I got here a few days ago for a case, I tried to get in touch but I think you changed your number." "I did, oops," I say and Barry chuckles, "So you work here now?" I ask. "Yeah in their San Fran sister branch" Barry shrugs. "Did you get more gorgeous since the last time I saw you?" Barry smirks. I slap him on his arm, "Stop it" I shake my head. Barry's gaze falls behind me and suddenly I remember I'm here with Nayel and Winston. I grab Barry's wrist and we move back towards the men, "Barry this is my boss Mr. Nayel Jefferson" Bary shakes Nayel's hand, "And this is my colleague Mr. Winston Scott" He then shakes Winston's hand.

“Come here, Barry.” Barry leaned down obediently. Phillip continued, “Barry has been with me a long time, Sato-san. And he’s gay, so I don’t worry one bit. My wife is completely safe with him.” “Ahhhhh,” the foreign businessman nodded understandingly and gave Barry a thumbs-up. Monica May had to choke down her laughter at the bold lie. Barry shifted uncomfortably on his stool as Mr. Sato whispered something to his colleagues. They all turned to look at him with knowing nods and smiles. One of the men even gave Barry a lingering, appreciative glance and a slow smile.

Barney's assistant sighed in resignation. Barney had always been obsessive about finding his sister. Over the years, he had hired every private investigator and agency in both Jayelle City and Goldmont City, yet few were truly reliable. Still, every time, Barney treated these people like honored guests. Even the slightest lead earned them a generous payment. The assistant could see through it all: most of these "leads" were repetitive, recycled just to claim credit. Barney probably knew it too. But he persisted anyway, seeking hope even where none existed.