Dr Stone Stanley Snyder Novels & Stories

Of judgment. His eyes were dark with anticipation, and for a second he just looked around without saying a word. He was studying me, waiting for me to flinch, but I was not going to give him that. I was no fool. And this was a game that I knew well. “Nolan,” he said in that low, authoritative voice that had once made even my father stand straighter. “It’s time we speak. I believe that this conversation is long overdue.” I stood, nodding once in greeting. “Elder Mathew. I wasn’t expecting you. I would have prepared things had I known that you were coming. I do apologize.”

It wasn't just possible that Davis was alive. “Don, the eye witn—” “You believe a fucking eyewitness? I mean, it's just one, isn't he?” The man nodded with a bowed head, “Yes Don” “And you believe just one fucking person over me? I said Davis Stone is dead!” He yelled. Stanley passed him a glass of drink that he took and downed in one go. Stanley gave him another, and he gulped it all in one go before throwing the empty glass against the wall as he stood up in anger.

Wait, that came out wrong! Stanley caught on, and his laughter sounded brighter than before. "So, you do care about me?" Stanley might look like a polite and scholarly professor, but he was actually pretty smooth with his words. Zara quickly steered the conversation back on track. "I've got business to talk about." Stanley knew when to draw the line. "Alright, no more kidding around. What's up?" "I overheard at work yesterday that Mr. Slate has taken a job in Starville."

“Drake Stone? I don’t know any Drake Stone; who is he?” “He’s the Prince of the Capital, the only son of Sharon Stone, leader of the underground.” “Why did he want me dead? What did I do to deserve his attention?” “He was betrothed to Dynasty Syrum until recently when Mr. Syrum called off the marriage.” “I still don’t see ____Okay, now I understand,” Blake said with his hand on his chin and quietly pondering. “My Lord, if I could be so bold, there is some news concerning you.” The bald man said, still looking down.

That night, Stanley posted a lengthy update on his Instagram, spinning a massive sob story packed with crying emojis. "I must have been blind to ever treat Dylan like my friend. He set me up from the very beginning, keeping quiet on purpose and watching everyone jump straight into a trap. His family's diner is at the address below. Does someone so malicious even deserve to be in business?" Below the text, he attached clear photos of our diner's storefront, capturing the address and unit number perfectly.

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

We are approaching the desk when I hear my name called, “Willow, Tristan- Welcome!” We turn to see a smiling Zale, Anders, Colin and two women walking towards us from the lifts. I wave and we meet them halfway, Zale steps forward and shakes first mine and then Tristan’ hand before turning to a short auburn-haired woman in a grey pants suit. “Sandy, this is Willow Doyle and Tristan Golding from Drakon Designs. This is Sandy Redman; she’s my executive assistant but really the person that organises my life for me.”

“I left the Stone family because of you! This has nothing to do with Layla! “And for the record, she was right. The magazine has nothing to do with the Stone family. If you show up uninvited again, I will call the police.” Stanley’s smirk twisted into a sneer. “You’re seriously losing it. We’re siblings. She’s just an outsider. You really trust her that much? Aren’t you afraid she’ll bleed you dry? “She killed someone over the Perry Corporation shares. You really want to stay in business with someone like that?”

Was he talking to her just now and why was he on the rooftop this late? Noah couldn’t believe his eyes, he never imagined meeting Stanley Williams one day. This was a privilege for him ‘I interrupted something?’ he asked with his gaze focused on Kimberly. ‘Yes,’ she sneered. ‘No…uhm we… it is my pleasure meeting you sir’ he said and extended his hands towards him. Stanley stared at his hand but didn’t extend him ‘I only shake hands with businessmen, no offense’ he said and Noah had an embarrassed look. ‘That’s right, he is a doctor and saves lives so he shouldn’t be interacting with soulless men’ Kimberly said in defense and Noah stared at her telling her to let it go.

He grinned. I wanted to reply to him when I heard a dry cough beside me. It was a sign that called my attention back to Ryan. "Chill sir, I'm not taking her away" He winked at Ryan "What the fuck! How does he know what was going on?" I thought "I can't remember saying that" Ryan scoffed "I'm Dwayne Stone, the CEO of this place" He introduced himself "Wow! Nice to meet you" We exchanged handshakes. He forwarded his hand to Ryan for a handshake but he slapped him away.