Colonel H Stinkmeaner Novels & Stories

He looks really stupid now. Adam put his pot on the table roughly and snorted in annoyance. Looking back at Uncle Austin. “You should throw away this useless and broken stove.” Uncle Austin looked at the maids and cooks. "Didn't you guys report the broken stove to me?" Ask uncle Austin to them.

It had a place of honor on the wall in her dorm. “I, um.” Come on, Lilith, get it together! “It’s the first day of my internship. Project management.” she mentally slapped herself. “So tell me what you know about my company,” Lorenzo repeated again, his piercing eyes pinning her in place. They were scary blue. Coupled with the translation of his last name, they were part of the reason people called him the “Wolf of the Web.” Though that fun fact probably wasn’t going to be good enough to impress him right now.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

Part of him wanted to growl at the breach of his territory, but the colonel outranked him and had every right to barge into the office as if it were his own. Colonel Conrad Bronn was an intimidating man. Despite the fact that Jackson was a good three inches taller, the Colonel still seemed to look down at him. Everything about the Colonel was hard and demanding. His mouth was a thin line framed by a strong nose and heavy brow with a frown that never budged. His hair was cropped so close to the skin it was impossible to tell what color it might have been; even his camouflage uniform was perfectly pressed and straight.

(Colonel Xing) Colonel Xing is a once a slave, and just recently became a commoner, and now he is a high ranking officer in Aeternum military, which already raised his status to akin to a noble in any other nation. Despite being so, he is still carried that brunt, straight forward manner of speech, that is why he stammered on his words before the Duke.

~Tate’s Point of View~ “This place reeks,” I whisper, irritated. It’s been far too long already that I’ve been stuck with Megan, and I’m eager to cut out her tongue. “Smells like real men,” she taunts, licking her lips. *If real men smell like armpits and cigarettes,* Colt whines, turning up his nose.

added one of the soldiers. The colonel's eyes squinted. Suddenly he felt itchy on his arms and legs. Without further ado, he swiped the crawling creature with his hand, cursing. It fell down on the floor, moved, and tried to fly away but the Colonel was swift. He stumped on it, flattening it with his boot, its fluid oozed out under his sole. Feeling triumphant, he ordered his men. “OK, let's get on with it.”

Three months after I died, Jack Carter became one of the youngest colonels in the United States Marine Corps. At the promotion ceremony, every person in the room stood up and applauded him. He had a war record, he had money, he had a house that looked out over the woods, and he had the kind of future everyone envied. But only I, already dead, knew that the one person he had truly wanted his whole life was never coming back. The year he turned eighteen, he rebuilt a beat-up old Ford and put the spare key in my hand. He said, "After prom, come find me. I will take you to California." I said yes. But that night I walked down the steps on another man's arm and told him, in front of everyone, tha

“I remember that you were voted one of the top ten most eligible bachelors of Singapore. 1.8m tall, 32 years old, and a brilliant academic at a top university.” I blushed, not being used to flattery. Where is this leading? “You have unique abilities, Dr. Jin.” “Call me Ant, please. I insist.” I looked intently at the Colonel. It seems I am not going to shake him off easily. “What do you want, Colonel?” “Ant, you mean what I desperately need?” I realized the Colonel had wrapped his hand over his fist. “What happened?” “There’s been an incident.” “What incident?” I asked. The tension on the Colonel’s face baited me on.

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"