Gary Stu Novels & Stories

With this blue shirt suit, Stefan looks handsome. GAR! GAR! Stefan hurriedly opened the door. "Good morning Father!" said Stefan without stammering, smiling. Bobby was startled, his mouth slightly open. "Why are you so neat? You are crazy!" “I want to work at PT. Sanjaya Sawit as a programmer. I can manage websites, maintain systems, and repair computer equipment." Bobby snorted in annoyance as he cursed. "You're weird! Just eat and sleep there!”

But I can’t bring myself to call her again. After our gym workout, Oliver prepares breakfast. We sit in the kitchen together. Oliver is saying something, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m looking at my phone, staring at Luke’s picture. Why can’t the man just dissolve from my thoughts? “You haven’t found anything on Luke yet, have you?” I ask Oliver. He frowns his face and replies me. “Not yet. I only know that he works on the biggest ranch in the state and his family owns it.”

her eyes flicking to Keegan, "And my ex-husband, whom you've met." Intrigued by the man beside Stella, Jaylene inquired eagerly, "And who might this gentleman be?" Before Stella could respond, Spencer extended his hand with a confident smile, "Hello. I'm Spencer Graham, Stella's ex." Stella was dumbfounded, her thoughts in turmoil, 'Proud to be known as my ex? Really?' Jaylene's surprise mirrored Stella's. She had not expected such a forthright introduction, eliminating her chance for further speculation. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," she remarked, shaking his hand. "I didn't know Stella was still on amiable terms with her ex."

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

He sat down in front of me while staring at me with a serious look on his face. The last time I saw this look on Stan's face was when he broke a bad news to me and it was about Gary Reeds. He duped my company of thirty million dollars and disappeared and I am guessing that whatever Stan wants to say right now is equivalent to breaking the news of Gary deed or even worse.

She pushed him off her with her knee and he tumbled backwards out of the cab, falling and hitting the pavement with a wet, meaty smack. She scrambled after, hammer raised, screaming. *** Gavin fidgeted on the lumpy couch outside Principal Stedman’s office. He knew what this was about and that it was serious, but with the school day just over and those essays nearly graded, he was so close to going home and writing, he could taste it. Which only deepened his guilt. Principal Stedman opened his door and peered out, blinking owlishly like a burrowing animal reluctant to leave its underground den, where it was warm and safe. “Mr. Patchett? We’re ready for you.”

Stan seems to finally come out of his trance. "Yes," He answers with a beautiful smile. We both get into his car and he drives us to George's restaurant. When we get out of the car, we walk towards the waiter. He signs out the reservation and takes us to the Eliot Room. There, we sit down and finally get to know each other. "So, what do you do for a living?" When he asks that question, I smile before I answer. "Well, I am a writer and was able to make a few bestsellers. One of them is ’Live your life,’" Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book.

“Young man…” “No, no, no, Mama G.” Stan shook his index finger at Gloria. “He ain’t no young man. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d be older than your mama if she were alive.” Everyone burst into laughter despite the bad mood. “You’re full of shit.” Gaia gasped but even she couldn’t stifle her laughter.

There was a smattering of nervous laughter through the crowd, almost as if they couldn’t believe what was happening right before their very eyes. Alice joined her. “He watered down the ketchup so badly that it looked like loose stools.” Snorts of laughter filled the room. Another man stood. “It wasn’t as watered down as his drinks. I could have sworn they were 98% water, 1% alcohol, and the last percentage food coloring.” I felt Sutton move beside me, and when I glanced at her, she had the strangest expression on her face. More members of their town stood telling funny stories and memories about Gabe. They weren’t all bad, and it seemed that at some point in his life the man did retain some

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.