Gary Stu Novels & Stories

Kara apologized as she slowly approached them. Stan got on his feet to reverence the presence of the governor but Stacy remained sitting holding her cup of drink to her face.

The scent of expensive cologne mixed with gunpowder lingers in the air as my guard steps in. “Boss,” he says, his voice clipped and professional. “Someone’s on the line for you.” I stretch my fingers before holding out my hand. The cold burner phone is placed in my palm. I press it to my ear. “Speak.” A familiar chuckle echoes through the receiver. “Ah, always so formal,” Jones Gilbert muses. I smirk. “Spare me the small talk, Senator. What’s the update?” “It’s working perfectly,” he replies, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Stanley came to see me today.”

“As I said to you this morning back in New York before you stormed out, I can help you process this—keep your head in the game for your pal Curtis Jones.” “You don’t give a fuck about Curtis, so stop the bullshit.” So, Stanley doesn’t know about the accident yet. Or maybe the Major was full of shit. “Now, Ms. LaRue,” said Stanley’s assistant, peering over the top of her glasses. “What Dr. Bernstein—” “Sweetheart,” spat Jeannine. “Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty.”

But I already got an appointment! “My father owns the company!” My jaw dropped!!!!! So, he is Sylvester Gates!!! How did I not know?????

It was better for her to be servile and attempt an escape when she actually had a chance. She noticed that Terry got into a different car after saying goodbye to Stanley. Stanley put her in the passenger seat of his car and locked the door before taking hold of the wheels. He stared at her as she kept quiet and folded her hands. He could tell she was nervous and decided to make her feel at ease. "My name is Stanley Grey and I'm thirty-five years old." Lana turned and stared at him but he took his eyes away from her and looked at the road while speaking. "I live with my younger brother, Gerald, and my fiancee, Savy.

Stella immediately quenched her thirst. Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! "Very refreshing orange juice. Thank you, Sir...." Stella was about to say her thanks, but she didn't know who she was talking to. "Garry. Call me Garry. I'm the butler at the main mansion." Garry introduced himself politely. He looked at Stella pitifully. "Miss, you look so tired. Why don't you ask the maid to tidy up the books in the library?" Garry's tone sounded pitiful. He couldn't bear to let Stella get in trouble.

Stewart had attracted a lot of attention at the previous Future Tech Expo simply by being a student at Kenton. Due to PrimeStar's recent rise in popularity, almost everyone turned to look at him as soon as he walked into the hall. Stewart was on his toes as a mob gathered to welcome him as soon as he was sighted. Charlene heard a familiar voice as she and Gaylord stood close by, watching Stewart manage the meet-and-greet. "You guys made it too?" Charlene pivoted. Granger Harden was the one. Lanny was standing next to him. "Mr. Harden, you're here too?"

Livia had ten patients scheduled for that day, but the gangster didn't allow her to see or talk to anyone. ... Around noon, her stomach made noises that embarrassed her. "Are you hungry?" Enrico asked. "Of course, I haven't eaten anything since I left Mattia's house". "So you have a man?" "Mattia is my best friend". "I've fucked a lot of my pretty friends", Enrico smiled as he remembered high school. Closing her eyes, she tried to erase from your mind those absurd things the mobster told. "There's a room where I usually eat and sleep during shifts,” she confessed in a low voice.

And just like the best actor I was, I tried to change my facial expression into a very sweet fucking smile, and Carla began. “Good morning, Exclusives! This is Carla Garner, and we’re here again for another pleasant, juicy, and of course—exclusive broadcast with our favorite real-life personalities. Today sitting with us is none other than our famous, rich, and handsome ‘new kid on the block,’ the owner of Stark Apparel Inc., Mr. Gabriel Stark!” The audience around us erupted into a round of applause. They fucking left the game to watch this stupid interview. I waved to the camera and grinned as if this kind of thing pleased me.

Gavin sighed while rubbing his eyes. “Do you know how old he is? I mean our daughter has eighteen years before she hits her maturity. Do you think he's going to wait until then?” Shrugging, he said, “Apparently, he plans on it.” “Great,” I mumbled and creased my brow at the rapid knocking coming from the front door. Gavin rushed to answer it, and I grew shocked at the clean-cut man who stood at the entrance. Styx stood there in a new shirt and jeans. His black hair was trimmed and looked nice in bringing a curl to the corner of my lip.