Gary Stu Novels & Stories

Gala said, putting a hand on my shoulder “if anyone knows Alpha Nathan, it is me” “He doesn’t want me around anyway, and his mum isn’t making things any better” I said, turning to face her. Gala smiled and nodded at me to take a seat. I watched as she made me a cup of coffee before sitting in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup and looked down at the foam “I just don’t know what to do to please him”

he added calmly. Stella stared at him. His acting skill was good and flawless. If she were to stay any longer, she might be a burden to him. She then stood up. "I'm sorry, you looked too much like my husband. I'm still in shock and I don't think I could continue this gamble anymore," She then walked toward the door. His men stopped her. Stella looked back at him. He stood up, put on a pair of gloves, and spoke in a deep voice, "My name is Bellamy Chuck. Remember this name."

“I’m really sorry.” “You don’t have to be.” “So,” Stacy let out, about to change what we were talking about. “What do you do?” “That’s a big question.” I followed her to the dinning where we both sat. “So?” Her ears perked up. “I’m into a lot of things but mainly, scriptwriting and I teach in college too.” “You teach? What college?” “You are going to be impressed.” Stacy sneered. “You don’t impress me.” “California State University”

said Stan. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” He started smiling. “Now that that’s out of the way—does anyone know an agent that wants graphic novels?”

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

Stanley whispered, "Mr. Kennedy, please show some mercy. Can you let me go this time? Whatever you want, I can give it to you—money, women, anything." Richie looked at him with disdain. "Those things don't interest me at all." As he spoke, he took out his phone, dialed the governor of a state, and handed the phone to Stanley. "The governor said to call him the moment you were caught. He wants to say a few words to you."

This is embarrassing. "If this makes it better, I'm Estelle Evans, Eeeee." And here we are, laughing again that some pairs of eyes are starting to divert towards us. "Owen Harris, Ohhhh." Definitely two idiots with their Eeee and Ohhh.

His phone rang and he steadied me on a wall before answering brushing my hair off my face. "You better be close or it won't be long until you die too" He said and that's when I stopped hearing. I glanced a look at my living room which now represented a destroyed battlefield. The two guards were lying on the floor, lifeless, while Santo was sitting unconscious on one of my armchairs. Damn it I really liked that chair, couldn't he have put him somewhere else...

I asked as we gave each other a bro hug. "Nothing much, how have you been?" he questioned as we settled on a stool there. "Been good, how's life treating you?" "Life has been good for me so far. Got a wife and a baby on the way," he replied in a cheerful tone. "Woah! seriously?" I asked that question because Gabriel was always the introverted kind. Back in our university days, he was very uptight and grumpy, never really spoke to girls or rather people in general, and when he did he was harsh. One would have never expected him to settle this early.

Sometimes they played jazz, and they had good beer. Stephan arrived wearing a dark blue suit, which impressed me. Seeing him dressed so formally was strange. It didn't quite match his relaxed demeanor, but it suited him very well. After all, he was a Ryan. "Hello, little sister-in-law," he said, approaching with a charming smile and kissing my cheek. "How are you?" "Well, as well as can be expected." "What did Nat do?" "Well, first, tell me how you're doing." Stephan's energy made me feel incredibly comfortable.