Narrator X Stanley Novels & Stories

My voice echoed through the small space, but he didn't respond. When the silence outside grew deafening, I collapsed onto the bed, clutching my stomach. "It's okay," I murmured to the life growing inside me. "Someone will come. Just wait." After all, the cleverest hunters often present themselves as prey first. At noon, the door creaked open. Stanley entered, a tray in hand. His fingers were wrapped in gauze, faint traces of blood seeping through. "I made this for you," he said, smiling faintly. "Try it, okay?"

, as I sit upright. Stanley enters with his usual gait and smiling face. But when he sees the look on my face, he stops in his tracks. "Something happened?" "Sit", I direct him to the chair opposite me. He hurries over and slouches in, staring at me expectantly. "What happened?" He asks again when I am not offering any explanations. "Xavier", I only say. "Xavier Moreno." He arches a brow at me with confusion skating his expression.

The room exploded with gasps. Candy’s mouth fell open, her face draining of color. "W-what?" she stammered, shaking her head as if she had misheard him. "No, no, no—Mr. Stanley, you don’t mean that! You saw the footage, right? You saw her steal it!" Stanley’s expression remained cold, unmoving. "I saw everything," he said, voice devoid of any warmth. "Including you entering my room first. And taking my wristwatch."

Stanley. His ever-loyal assistant, perhaps the only person still bold enough to talk to him. Since Vanessa quit without a word, Stanley returned to his position of being Andre's assistant—a very handy one at that. Good and proficient on the job, but more than that—he was the last thread connecting Andre to his humanity. Stanley walked slowly across the patio, his steps heavy, face as grim as Andre had expected with the reports he had. "She didn’t even let me speak," Stanley said quietly, standing near the pool's edge. "She opened the door, saw me, and slammed it shut. I waited, knocked again... but nothing."

"All I know is that you're not happy. If making up is going to upset you, then don't do it. " Zara could not help but giggle. She pictured Stanley saying that. He would probably push up his glasses with a kind smile, his glasses chain swinging slightly. Stanley repeated in a soft voice, "Life's all about standing tall, isn't it?" Zara let out a sigh. "Is your project really official? What have you been teaching? Why do you talk like you're up to no good?" Stanley chuckled too. She suddenly felt a bit better. The Nox family, Yaxley, Shelby, Cecil, Stefan… At last, there was Stanley, backing her choice.

But for now, she pushes it aside, focusing on the joy of the evening and the incredible accomplishment of her friend. * Stanley sits in a quiet corner of a dimly lit café, his eyes fixed on the entrance. He drums his fingers on the table, the weight of his thoughts heavy on his mind. The private investigator has promised to meet him here with news, and Stanley’s heart races with anticipation and dread. The bell above the door chimes, and Stanley looks up to see the investigator, a middle-aged man with a weathered face and sharp eyes, walking towards him. He carries a leather briefcase, which he places on the table as he sits down opposite Stanley.

Stanley said in a teasing voice, which made Xavier even more irritated. "Where were your illusions when I was calling you last night? You didn't even answer my calls. Now you are saying you have illusions for me? " Xavier's annoyance reached its peak. "I was in the operating theatre. That is why I couldn't take your call. And you should be happy. You usually spend the night with a girl every day. And that girl arranged many girls for you. All the girls that girl arranged for you were top-rated call girls. If your picture with them had appeared in the newspaper once, your honor would have gone to dust. I must admit that girl has guts. Her medicine worked on you, as you denied it when I asked

Janet walked over and adjusted the other seat to be the same height as the first one. Kenny pouted and stopped struggling, “thank you Janet.” Donovan rolled his eyes, “Now I want that one,” he laughed. “What’s with all the rejoicing?” Stanford’s voice spoke from the stairs. He took his time coming down. When he got to the bottom, he walked even slower. Kenny and Donovan were already standing in a corner face down. “The latest murderers, congratulations,” Stanford scanned their expression. “Mr. Stanford,” Janet gasped. “Stay out of this Janet,” he said in a firm voice. Janet turned off the stove and left the kitchen.

Nathaniel’s Obsession “Honestly, you shouldn’t have come Dr. Hunter. I am perfectly fine. I may have overreacted before,” Rosalyn said looking down when the officer looked at her now. She was stupid to ever call her boss, yes she had been desperate. Now Nathaniel probably thought she planned all this.

After Mina hung up, Nathaniel hid his smartwatch. He already knew that "Stanley" was weird. Now, it felt like something was off about him. But Nathaniel had no way to find more information about him at all. Who exactly was "Stanley Morgan"? Nathaniel couldn't come up with any explanations. He could only give in. He believed that one day, he'd definitely be able to find out why "Stanley" approached Yuna. Nathaniel walked out of the room. At the same time, Spencer was making his way over. "Were you hiding in your room and reading again?"