Barney Stinson Novels & Stories

Barbara said, Stanley sighed, not meeting Barbara's gaze. "I understand your desire, Barbara, but Bernard's upbringing is crucial. He needs to learn about our family legacy, our businesses. Besides, the city is where his future lies." Stanley explained, Barbara felt a wave of disappointment all over her. "But Stanley, I miss you. I miss us. I feel like a stranger in your life. Can't we find a way to make this work?" Barbara asked, Stanley looked conflicted, torn between his love for Barbara and his dedication to Bernard.

•GIANNI• "So should I find a replacement for Roberto?" Tony asked me. He sat on the opposite side of the table, Barney and Luca along the sides. I was distracted and kept checking my phone to see if Kinley had texted me. I hadn't heard from her since the previous day and it was starting to bother me. "NO. Barney verified his story. No need to replace him." Tony looked at me as if I had grown a second head, "But he stole from you."

As Danial was leaving the academy his phone started ringing. Danial stopped took out his phone and saw an unknown number. He thought for a moment and answered the call " Hello?" On the other side was a calm and elderly voice " Danial have you forgotten about me this early?" Danial recognized the voice, the voice of Barley white the chairman of Sterling Technology! Danial was stunned and quickly said " Sir Barley, I apologize that I didn't recognize your voice. What can I do for you, sir Barley."

“Has anyone around this part of town not heard of Scaramucci, the famous, the great…The baron, marquis, lord, and, uh, duke of antiques!” Barney was visibly delighted. “Oh, you flatter me. I’m not as big of a deal as you make it out to be, okay? But…I sure earned enough to buy us a couple of drinks. Honestly, I think this is probably the last sale I’m gonna make today. We could just close shop to get an early drink now. What do you say?” “You read my mind, bro! I’m in!” Just as Barney and Dawg decided to close shop, Javier and his clock were about to reach the beginning of the street. He saw a cab standing by and decided to get in.

I had work to do, and I could not let a bruised knee or a messy past slow me down. Barnabas walked into the law firm lounge like he was stepping onto a stage. He wore a charcoal suit that looked like it cost more than most people made in a year. His hair was slicked back. His face was shaved smooth. There was not a single wrinkle on his shirt. If I did not know the truth, I would have thought he was here to buy a company, not to beg for a marriage that he had already killed. He sat down across from me. He looked perfectly composed. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had been leaving sobbing, shaky voicemails on Salome’s phone all week. He acted like those phone calls never happ

Between us was a new kind of choreography: walk, smile, be human without giving them anything to eat. Inside, the hearing room was full of paper and lawyers and the low hum people use to pretend they are indifferent. Barnes sat like a man who’d always intended the world to be his buffet. He gave the cameras a small, precise smile that meant he’d paid for this face. His counsel worked their way through procedural trifles—privilege claims, consultant-client confidentiality, the usual smoke that rich people blow to hide sparks.

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.