Narrator X Stanley Novels & Stories

“They’re giving drugs to random people. If only we knew the next place they’ll be in. I’m sure we’ll find out more.” Stanley was silent for a while. Listening to him talk somehow made him feel a weird itch in his heart. He never got the chance to make a normal conversation with him before but now, when he listened to his voice, he could recall the soft sounds he make when he’s under him. Just hearing his normal voice could led his mind astray and the urge to dominate him keeps crawling back up. Stanley swallowed, his throat felt a bit parch and he felt a little hot.

I nodded, because there was nothing else left to do with my face, and let her go. "Mrs. Stanton." The doctor didn't bother sitting down when he came in. He flipped through my chart without looking up. "I have to say, you're either remarkably careless with your health, or you have a death wish. Which is it?" "I fell down the stairs." He looked up then, and something in the set of his mouth told me he'd heard that excuse from a hundred women before him and believed none of them.

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.

He wore the tattered remains of an Admiral’s uniform. It was Graves. But he wasn't attacking. He fell to his knees, his hands clawing at the moss, leaving trails of black static. "It... it's not a heaven..." Graves rasped, his voice sounding like a corrupted audio file. "You... you brought the rot with you, Vance. The Exterminators... they aren't trying to get in. They're trying to get out." Kazimir drew his blade, but Jun held him back. "Look at his chest, Kaz."

Now, I handed it back—along with every shred of love, hate, and regret we'd ever shared. They hauled Stanley toward the station. In Northvale, I knew Ciel would see to it he paid. Before they took him out, he gave me a bitter smile. "Can I say one last thing to you?" Ciel let him go. Stanley crouched, scooped up the device, and hit the button. A sharp click echoed. No explosion—just like I figured. What I didn't see coming? The "detonator" flipping open into a custom ring box.

In no freaking way in hell! “Hyacinth, do not overthink, you bitch. Stop fucking daydreaming. Everything is going to end tonight.” Helen, my wolf reminded me. And I was glad she did. “Are you sure about spending this night with me?” I didn’t realize that I was still standing right in front of the closed elevator door. While he was standing at a distance.Stark naked. And that sight could never be more enchanting. He slowly walked toward me with a deep sigh.

Stanley stood up, his expression darker than before, and walked toward the exit. Jessica blinked in surprise. "Stanley, where are you going?" Stanley replied coldly, "I'm going to the bathroom." - After entering a luxurious lounge, Stanley pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang, and Cyril's voice came through. "Hey, Stanley." Stanley, standing tall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressed his lips together. "Uncle Cyril, how was Wendy's performance on her first day at school?" He actually called Cyril directly.

Looking at her petite body, Nathan smiled and tapped on his knees rhythmically. Stanley was perplex. "But sir, the meet..." Feeling his boss's cold gaze, he dared not continue.