Gary Stu Novels & Stories

Stunna was stunned, but he rhymed it anyway: “Damn, your pops, ruthless as he is, is stuck on a female? You've got my word bro, I won't tell nobody nowhere, not even by G-mail..” Gio had to laugh at this one. “Do you ever go to the studio?” Gio asked. “Yeah, I do man, once in a while, though.. And I'm kinda good, but not like the guy who starred in 8 Mile, though..” More bars equaled more laughter from Gio. But this joy was cut short by the unannounced entry of intruders who were dressed in suits, as opposed to the leather jackets and boots worn by Gio, Stunna and Stunna's men.

I stutter, his words taking me by surprise. "Or your boyfriend? Or your partner?" he demands, his gaze relentless. His eyebrow is raised, as he stares expectantly at me for an answer. I attempt to gather my bearings. "He is just my assistant." He pauses, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, he leans back again, but he doesn't dare take his gaze off me. "Assistant in what? Sexual favo-" I cough, cutting him off. Why is he talking about this? Is my love life really that interesting to an Alpha who probably gets all woman in the world...?

"Sit down, ladies. I assure you. This is no joke." "Don. You don't have to frighten them. They have every right to think we're making this up," Stu turned his attention to the women. "Katie. Mel. The truth is, Don and I really are actual agents with the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, just like the card says. I have been since my first year of college." "C'mon Stuart. You're a movie critic, for God's sake, you're not a spy. You're gay!" Mel was beginning to feel the effects of the bourbon.

Henry pov. For quite a while, I haven't laid eyes on Sierra, and my concern has been growing, not knowing if she's doing okay. The uncertainty about William troubles me deeply; I can't fathom what might be wrong with him, and at times, I feel this urge to confront him. Sierra, I know, is going through a tough time, and witnessing her treated as if she's nobody pains me as well. Hiding behind the woods, I fixate on William Castle, surrounded by an eerie silence that perplexes me.

He said, and I nodded in understanding. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I am not going to be doing anything crazy for a while.” I said, and he chuckled. “I am under ‘bed arrest’ for the next few days. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I really fucked up the stitches,”

"My life? Sweetie, do you know who the fuck I am? I am Stacy Williams. I’m untouchable in this city." "You were untouchable," I corrected her, my tone brutal and entirely devoid of mercy. "Until you kept something they want. Gabriel and his entire crew want you dead, Stacy. They are planning to put you in a casket, and they’re gonna do it because of that goddamn flash drive you’re holding onto."

John grabbed her hand. Stella furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at him. “I’m not planning for anything, John. Get your hand off me now.” She mumbled. “Why don’t you show me what he gave you?” “I’ll be right back.” Stella ignored him and walked off the room. “Stella-” “Hey, John.” A man greeted him. “Aaron! How are you doing?” John ran his fingers through his hair, watching Stella disappearing in the distance. “Garcia Company keeps growing every year. Matt is really a great CEO.”

The only piece of furniture in the room is a rickety wooden chair… and it’s currently being occupied by a blonde-haired man. “Welcome, welcome. You two are a little late to the party. I already secured the goods.” I would recognize that husky baritone anywhere. Gemini Stuart. His blue eyes sparkle with boyish mischief as he ushers us in like he’s hosting a feast. But no matter how hard he tries, the calculating, sinister evil that lurks just behind those eyes cannot be hidden. I would know. I used to have that exact look when I lived on the streets, abandoned by the people I trusted the most and angry with the world.

"I understand. That's fine. " I smile in reply. "Pardon my manners lady. I am Stan. Stan Devin. I live down the road a few blocks from the high school. " "Nice to meet you Stan. I am not sure we have met before. " I say wearing a confused look about me. I have been away from my duties for long enough and I am itching to get back inside the kitchen. "No, we haven't Missy. At least not in person. I have more than enough water color and pencil sketching of your face littered around my place as we speak. " My face screws in more confusion. A deep feeling of nervousness settles in my stomach.

Gia began to feel that her conclusion was overly dramatic. Raven wasn’t the only handsome man in the world, and surely not the only attractive friend Dr. Stefan had. Gia had heard that some celebrities had been Dr. Stefan’s patients. He was a prominent surgeon in London. It wasn’t strange for him to be friends with actors or actresses. Pushing aside her irrational thoughts, Gia headed toward the cafeteria. But even so, her heart was racing, as if hoping that she really would meet that dark-haired man there.