Mr Stainy Novels & Stories

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

what are you two doing here I mean this place is nothing office related" He asked Bruno with a mocking grin But Bruno simply ignored him Just then stacy screamed in high pitch tone "Oh my!!!,I knew it" We all turned to her confused "I said it ,you looked like someone,you are .. Bruno Hathaway,the young billionaire and heart stealer,my favorite fashion idol,oh my!!!,I am following you on all social media platforms,I love you Soo much ,am a huuuuge fan,oh my gosh!!" "Can you lower your voice please"Andre snapped angrily at her

I rarely saw Mason have such an expression, and anxiety began to gnaw at my mind. "The man who tried to hit you was a local hooligan who goes by the name Dragnet. He's your standard trash-of-society type—does nothing but gets into fights," Mason began flatly. I was confused. None of these seemed particularly related to me. "And then? Is there something else?" I asked. Mason was hesitant. "There is one more…” he trailed off.

They stopped in front of a massive double door. When it opened, Luna felt her breath hitch. The CEO’s office was vast, sleek, and suffocatingly elegant. Everything was in shades of gray and black, as though color had been exiled. The luxury was undeniable, yet it carried a heaviness—a loneliness that clung to the air. The chill of the air conditioning made Luna shiver as her eyes caught Bryan’s tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the skyline. “mr blackwood,” Ryan said, his tone respectful, “this is Luna Marie Hunter, the lady you asked for, and this is Trevor Rivera. They are our new trainees.”

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

Adrianne met me outside Mr Stone’s building at 3pm. She looked up in awe at the structure. “Wow,” she said simply. I sighed. “Yep.” We made our way up to his apartment, and I braced myself as we rang the bell. He appeared a few moments later. I buckled a little as I took in his appearance. His hair had been perfectly styled away from his face, allowing his light stubble to highlight his angular jawline. A deep blue shirt clung tightly to his body. His top buttons were undone. Something that he didn’t do at the office. Dark trousers, equally as tight as his shirt, left little to the imagination. When I realised my eyes had travelled down way to far, I blushed and looked away.