Mr Stainy Novels & Stories

Steven and Ella arrived just in time to witness the scene and nearly had a heart attack out of anger, but they had to keep their composure. “Apologies, Old Mr. Sullivan. Sorry to disturb your birthday celebration. I’ll deal with this disgrace of a son when we get home.” Aaron wouldn’t budge. He dropped to his knees and reached for Wilson’s legs. He refused to leave with Steven and Ella. “Please, Old Mr. Saddler! Sabrina and I grew up together. We're perfect for each other. We even made a promise to marry each other! Please let me marry her!” Timothy’s expression soured.

I hang up Increasing mmy speed. My car came to a halt infront of LèChattè restaurant. It's a classy and expensive restaurant where all the big names , and other public figure dine in. I guess Mrs Melissa is one of them. I parked my car at parking lot for customers. Grabbed my bag and then made my way out. Even when l entered the restaurant. There were literally few people here and there. I scanned the room and a middle aged woman waved her hand over. She must be Skylar's mother. As I neared her, I was surprised at her young form. Nevertheless, she is Indeed a beautiful woman. I wouldn't think twice to say she's more beautiful than her daughter. Only that Skylar is a bit fairer and skinner.

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

He was the most impatient one among all of them. The eldest man, who happened to be holding a gun, frowned. He was the boss that the guy with the red bandana was talking to. His name was Gunnar, and he was very muscular compared to his lower comrades. Gunnar replied to him, “Be patient, Shark. If that man doesn't show up in the next 15 minutes, I'll make sure that this young lady suffers beyond anyone's imagination. One way or the other, it's going to be fun for us”.

Rayne was going to be my wife, I couldn't help but smile as the thought danced in my mind. "Yeah, like mind control," Rayne suggested, looking at me. She only cared about that, she wanted me to be invincible, she wanted to protect me from any harm. "Chris, the floor is yours." Roland looked at him. Chris stood in front of me and looked at me straight in the eyes. Suddenly, I fell down with unbearable pain spreading through my body. "What's happening to him?" I heard Rayne's soft voice, she sounded worried. "Nothing to worry about, he will be fine. I'm just making him imagine that he is being stabbed with silver," Chris answered her.

I nodded my head, then walked away. "It's been a while, Ma. You've been called." "Cheer up, honey. Wait for Mama and Papa to get there, OK?" "Yes, Mom." I immediately turned off the phone, then fixed the slightly folded clothes earlier. "Cheer up, miss. I can see it from under the stage." "Yes. Thanks Rum for coming here." Rumi nodded her head, I stepped out of the special door, then stepped onto the stage. Very crowded. I smiled at Bang Fino who looked encouraging. As I passed Mas Guntur, I held my breath a little. He is seen smiling. Heh, just watch you, Mas! Feel my revenge after this! ***

Who the hell am I? Talia (online) — A married woman, no children. I play for just over a month every day, usually in the morning. But lately... I’m playing at night. RLC has become my big distraction to my loneliness... Now enough about me, who is Mr. X? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him...

Mr Stark turns me around, facing the wall. I whined as he bunched up my shirt and blazer, leaving my ass in the cold air from the air con. Mr Stark caressed my cheek. “You have a nice ass,” he said. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed by the comment or take it as a compliment. No one has ever paid attention to my body like that, aside from Indra who’s an obvious case, so I don’t know how to take his words.

and I guess she is in her mid-twenties. "Hello, Ms. Daniels," Mr. Styles says, looking at her, and I watch as they shake hands casually. "Meet, Mrs. Bryant, my former public relations manager." And then he turns towards me with an apologetic smile. "Joanna, this is Marina Daniels, our new PR manager." The girl grins at me as she stretches her hand to shake mine. I smirk at her and I storm out of the office with tears running down my cheeks.

A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding. "Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens.