Grunkle Stanford Novels & Stories

Adam graduated from Stanford University in California, he was desperate to get a scholarship to live in the country, as his mother had no money to pay his tuition. Thanks to his efforts to get a full scholarship until graduation, Mr. Adam managed to become a Stanford graduate with satisfactory grades. After graduating from the prestigious university, Mr. Adam would never have guessed that he would be recruited by a company owned by a conglomerate and meet Kairav there. He was even more incredulous when he eventually followed Kairav out of the company and started his own. Back to Mr. Adam's apartment. The man had just finished parking his car and headed for the elevator. When the elevator doo

One of the most famous bloodlines in NY City who owns the multi-billion dollar company named, THE STANFORD Company similar to an EMPIRE. She was the apple of her family's eyes especially when it comes to her grandfather's. The Stanford patriarch doted on her too much compared to her older brother because she held more resemblance in appearance to her late grandma instead of him. She grows up pampered by their love and luxury but she sets herself as a private and low key person. She prefers to live simply rather than aiming for constant exposure in the public eye.

"But how did you know the professor he mentioned?" I gave her a smug grin. "I called that dumb luck," I said, and her eyes widened. "After Bastian gave me that fake diploma, I memorized all the basic information about Yale Law School, including the names of all the professors. That is how I knew that there was no Norland among them, but then I remembered seeing that name elsewhere. I once came to Stanford to check out a dumb scoop and saw information about rescheduling Sarah Norland's lecture. I cannot tell you why my brain decided to memorize such an unimportant piece of information, but it miraculously helped me tonight."

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.

"Looks like it. I mean, Mr. Turnbull himself is here…" Everyone was soon staring fixedly at the ring, losing interest in training just then. Stan rolled up his sleeves, nodding in salutation as he said, "Shall we get started, Mr. Lawrence?" "Sure," Frank said evenly. "You can go first." The crow immediately got rowdy—in their eyes, Robert was invincible, and Stan was certainly powerful as he mostly inherited his father's techniques! "Whoa, that's one pompous brat! "Teach him a lesson, Mr. Quill!"

She walked straight up the stairs, leaving them with nothing but her cold, unyielding back. “Dad, look at her!” Stanley complained, fuming. “She’s gotten so full of herself these past couple of years, she doesn’t even listen to you anymore!” “Enough,” Steven said coldly, his expression dark as night. He glanced at Stanley. “You’d better cut back on the drinking too. If you don’t start acting like a real man, how are you supposed to inherit the company?” Stanley scratched his head sheepishly. “Got it, Dad.”

It was in the newspaper two weeks later. A small article in the local section: Prominent Local Surgeon and Wife Announce Daughter's Early Admission to Stanford. There was a picture of the family, polished, smiling. Elena stood between her parents, looking beautiful and empty. James read it in the teacher's lounge, the paper trembling in his hands. Stanford. California. On the other side of the country. Starting in January, a semester early. She hadn't told him. That afternoon, he found her at her locker. The hall was bustling with students rushing to leave. He pulled her into the now-familiar supply closet, his heart a cold, hard stone in his chest.

However, I think Mom still visits once in a while. “ Uh-huh…I think your mom mentioned something about her drinking and smoking too much. And probably masturbates more than she sleeps.” Lol! That… surprised me. But not in a bad way. Stanford wouldn’t stop smiling, and eventually, it rubbed off on me. I blinked. Then… laughed. Genuinely. Like an idiot.

Both are physics professors at Stanford University, which is where Finn attended three years of college before he dropped out at the start of his senior year. He's local, which explains why he knows all the good spots in the city, but doesn't begin to tell me why he wouldn't finish school. If he was accepted to Stanford he's smart, regardless of his parents. I didn't even apply, there was no way my grades would have gotten me in the West Coast Ivy League university's door. "Do you ever plan to go back and finish school?" I'm not sure why, but for some reason the fact he didn't finish his education when he was so close bothers me. Who drops out right before their senior year?

’ Upon hearing that, Stanley’s gaze had returned to Henry again. Grandpa’s friend? How come he did not know about it? “Mr. Henry, I believe you know Stan, right? He’s Dr. Batton’s grandson…” Bailey pointed at Stanley and asked, the smile on her face was as fake as usual. Very soon, Henry caught sight of Stanley. After sizing him up for a few seconds, he turned to Bailey and hissed, “Are you joking with me? I’ve seen Dr. Batton’s grandson before. The two of them look nothing alike…”