Grunkle Stanford Novels & Stories

Get coffee Laundry Meet Stan and Mike at the lantern. It was such an old person thing to do, but he was so simple, I knew the lantern was small, but it was off campus. He took a call pressing it into his ear, he was talking to someone who I got to understand was either stan or Mike, calling to talk about the meeting they were also interested in, werewolves, too which wasn't shocking he looked like a nerd. A very hot nerd. I need to go there maybe I could hear more about werewolves and understand matter.

That was Max’s moment. He stepped forward, sliding into the booth opposite Stanford before the man could react. Stanford tensed, but only for a moment. Then, he leaned back, a smirk playing at his lips. “Maxwell,” he drawled. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Max met his gaze, unflinching. “Cut the act, Stanford.” Stanford chuckled, swirling the drink in his glass. “Did I? Your father is free, sure. But this isn’t over.”

‘That can be the headline, and everyone will be eager to read about MyEye notch’ She stared at them and they had a shocked reaction, she became scared and concentrated on her meal…she must have talked a lot and Stanley will throw insults at her now. ‘Apart from trouble, you at least know something else’ Stanley said and smiled at her ‘Sister-in-law, you are a genius…you will make a great marketing director’ Frank said and Kimberly’s face turned red. Stanley smiled at her. ** The next morning, Stanley dressed casually in a suit, he received a call from his dad. Yesterday night he sent an email to his dad explaining his marketing strategy for MyEye notch. So he was nervous when he received his

"Stanford University." I look at him, playing dumb. "How come? You didn't go to Stanford, Alex." Alex turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Yeah, but everyone in our circle knew him. Fanny was there at the time. She used to talk about him constantly."

Stanford sat on an opulent leather sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. His daughter, Rachel, paced back and forth, clearly upset. “Again Rachel, again!” Stanford shouted. Rachel cupped her face in her hands, embarrassed by the discovery. “Is this how you wanted to inherit my company and my fortune. I told you time and time again that bastard wasn’t good for you. You insisted that I stay out of your business. Now you let him back in after everything…?”

It looked dead. "Soccer," I whispered. "Is over," Warren finished for me. He stood up, sliding his phone into his pocket like he was checking the time on a boring meeting. "Let's be realistic, Kade. Even if you rehab, you're damaged goods. The scholarship offers are gone." My heart hammered against my ribs. "What?" "Stanford called an hour ago," he said calmly. "They offered their 'condolences.' That's polite academic code for 'we're giving your spot to someone with working legs.'"

Zayn responded in a quiet tone, "Don't worry, Mr. Hawk. Some of the female reporters deleted all the photos and videos of Mrs. Hawk right on the spot. They won't be reporting on her." Stanley's lips curved into a faint smile. "She really knows how to manipulate people." Zayn replied with sincerity, "Mrs. Hawk is truly brave." Stanley raised an eyebrow. Yes, she really was brave. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Uncle Cyril." Stanley's uncle was the dean of Clavendale University, one of the top institutions in the country, and a man completely obsessed with medicine. He was known and respected everywhere.

Ernest whined from beside me as I showed him my acceptance letter. “That’s wicked, man. Congrats,” Danny chimed in, patting me on the back. “What happened with Stanford, bro? You’re moving all the way across the states,” Ernest whined. “I didn’t get into Stanford, I got into MIT,” I lied, I had gotten into both.

It's my Dad's gift when I graduated almost four years ago. "Hey man..!" I heard Stanley's excited voice. I saw him approaching as I parked my car in the garage of their house. "How are you bro?" I asked, tapping his shoulder. He is still the Stanley I know. His body built and handsome features didn’t fade. I remembered during our Harvard days. We played lots of women. No string attached, just having fun. But unlike him, I dated and bedded girls once at a time. I'd see to it that everything was over before hooking up another. He on the other hand preferred to have girls simultaneously. I just noticed him changed when he started dating my childhood friend Megan.

Lyza patted his head and handed her a stick of marshmallow. "Thank you, Sissy Lyza. They cheered. "Gian, come here for a while. " Uncle Jayson called. He was sitting on the bench near the pool together, Aunty Mara and Grandpa eating fruits while watching everyone enjoying themselves. "What is it, Uncle? " I asked, sitting beside him. "You need to get a recommendation from your school and school records to apply for Stanford University. You asked your teachers on Monday so we could send your application as soon as you got it.