Gary Stu Novels & Stories

98 : "Small Town" Small Town 98 T A T E "Here's your order sweetheart." Gage placed my macchiato in front of me after grabbing it from the counter. I smiled to thank him but I was inwardly distracted. We were sitting inside Starbucks, just having an afternoon date together. It wasn't like it used to and now he'd always sit away from me. We were actually sitting right across each other now and letting all people look over our table. I watch as Gage signed some autographs and talked casually to some fans who came up to our table. I watched him do his thing and I was so amused that he's still so calm at how he treats his fans. No, he doesn't treat his fans as fans. He treats them as if he had k

the man says as he steps into Stanley's small lobby. Stan stands up from Tabitha's chair and runs his hands through his hair. Having his mate so far away from him is stressing him out. Evil thoughts and worry won't let him work or think. "That's alright. My name is Stanley Gray, a pleasure to meet you," Stan says as he walks around the desk and offers the young newcomer his hand. "John Price. I'm new to the area so I don't know anyone who can help me, but the lady working at Paulie's pointed me in this direction," the man says smoothly, and Stan nods while smiling.

What do you mean? "Damn, no I will not tell you. You go home! Your father will get mad, it's already four thirty." "Tell me." "Come on, Lorry Cuenca." "Tell me, are you a stalker?" "Hello no! I just liked you when I first saw you at a gig!" Greg felt shy because he confessed his feelings easily and this is the first time he told his true feelings with someone. "At a gig? Aah.. hell yah! It was my uncle Azza's birthday!"

The vertigo in my stomach goes wild every time I see him. "Um, evening everyone. Didn't expect to see my dorm full of people today." He chuckles nervously and begins to make his way slowly, hunching over and clearing his throat as he sits on a stool. I raise an eyebrow as he sits, almost nervously on that stool. What is he talking about? These two practically live here.

Stacy widened her eyes in excitement "Holy fuck!.... that's Gary's kid!."She gasps, coming over to sit beside Hazel and handing her a glass cup. "Does that ring a bell?.". Lesley mused, holding her cup as Stacy poured wine into it. "Nope dearie.... it sounds a trumpet actually." Lesley chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Gary Gaughtier is Newyork idol!. He owns over half of the state's companies around." Lesley bats her lashes.

I commented. “Okay that’s it, you little shit,” I took off running while he literary roared, tailing me. I’m literary weak in the knees from laughing. “Get back here,” we circle the passage, weaving through the men station around the area, and made it back to where Mr Stark was. I slipped behind him, wanting to see what Gustavo will do. He halts right in front him, his eyes wide. Mr Stark is even taller than him. I watched him gulp. “Why the hell are you so intimidating, you…gorgeous specimen?” he says shamelessly, and Anthony and I just about lost it behind Mr Stark. “Damn, look away, will you? Who looks like that?” he said turning to his twin who’s on the floor, laughing. “I’m not gay,” he

Stella looked where the man directed. In the living room, against a backdrop of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a man clad in white casual attire, engaged in a phone conversation. His back was to them, concealing his face, but his tall frame and well-defined physique were unmistakable. Even his silhouette radiated an allure akin to a masterpiece. As she studied him intently, the man turned around, his intense gaze landing on her. Recognizing his striking features, Stella felt a rush of panic. This was Lucas White, a prominent figure frequently appearing on television and the internet, the youngest leader of White Corporation. Known for his charismatic but ruthless character, Lucas

Greg said as he found his way to Scott's table and sat down on it. "And well, I'm just here to hear from you yourself" Greg said as he took a pen from Scott's table. "Ask away" Scott said, still not looking at Greg. "Why did my secretary come out if your car today?" Greg asked making Scott look at him. "Is it a crime?" Scott said feigning ignorance. "It's not. I was just wondering why the cold Scott Anderson would give a mere secretary a ride. When he doesn't even give the anyone else rides" Greg said as he played with the pen.

"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.

“You shouldn’t be up here. This floor is restricted.” “I-I was just looking for someone,” I whisper. His lips curve into a faint, knowing smile, his tone laced with an almost disarming charm. “And did you find what you were looking for?” Before I can answer, the director rounds the corner, his expression dark with restrained fury as his gaze shifts between me and the man in front of me. “Mr. Calab,” the director greets tersely, his voice tight, almost strained. “You’re here.” Mr. Calab. That’s the CEO’s name? For some reason, it doesn’t seem fitting for a man of his status, and the thought unsettles me.