Real Grunkle Stan の小説・ストーリー

an old woman next to Grave spoke. "But grandma! They're not guests. They are trespassers! We didn't allow them to come to our territory!" Grave objection. "I already said it, Grave. Don't make me repeat it." said the old woman which made Grave throw a fit and walkout. "I apologize for the behavior shown to you by my grandson. I am Mildred and that disrespectful child is my grandson, Grave. He has been leading our town since the death of his father who is my son. Sandro. I'm the only family that he has because his mother also died along with his father. So please forgive my grandson's behavior," said grandma Mildred.

“Young man…” “No, no, no, Mama G.” Stan shook his index finger at Gloria. “He ain’t no young man. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d be older than your mama if she were alive.” Everyone burst into laughter despite the bad mood. “You’re full of shit.” Gaia gasped but even she couldn’t stifle her laughter.

"Burning through 400 to 600 thousand dollars each month. You're incredibly extravagant!" "Aunt, how about 50 thousand dollars? Give it to me now. If you don't, I'll jump off a building!" Stella felt even more frustrated upon hearing those words. She pondered, "Stanley has been extravagant since his youth. He throws tantrums if I don't give him money. Sometimes, he even resorts to threatening suicide." Regrettably, Stella found herself helpless in the situation. Annoyed, she grumbled, "You're so bothersome. I'll give you the money later."

Men usually don't take women seriously and do whatever they want. “Oh dear," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. "I sincerely apologize. The truck stalled on your property, and while I intended to call a mechanic, I thought I'd unload the furniture first. However," he added, scratching his neck, "I didn't realize it would be so difficult to manage alone.” "I sincerely apologize," he said, extending his hand. "My name is Stan and you can call me Stan. I've just moved in here. You must be my neighbour.” He sounded polite, yet somewhat playful.

she looked at RK and said, "Mr. Kingston you can use your hand to eat, right? Your hand was not injured that much... Otherwise, how did you able to bring so much food by yourself?" If her grandmother was not here, her words would be like, "Otherwise how did you take advantage of a girl like this, with your injured hand?" Stella didn't want to feed him... Grace had seen through her... They are enemies from past lives, every time they met they start to quarrel... Every time her granddaughter says that Rene was not a good man or argues with him... But he was a gentleman and never argue with her... That's why if they are together... They will be happy...

A soft knock at the rusted metal door broke the silence. I sat up straight, pulling a quiet, icy composure over myself like armor. "Come in, Stan." , The heavy door creaked open, revealing Stan standing in the doorway. He looked worse than I felt. The sharp lines of his designer suit were crumpled, his hair tossed, dark violet rings carved deep beneath his eyes. He held two paper cups of cheap coffee, but his knuckles were white where he gripped them.

“Since you’re all dressed up now, I guess it’s time for me to take my leave. I’ll be back in a matter of minutes, so don’t get too overwhelmed. They’re just kids.” Stanley rolled his eyes, the floral gown making him look like a bizarre cross between a bodybuilder and a grandmother. “Whatever, just get going, okay?” he said, his tone laced with exasperation. “The longer you take to get back, the longer I’m stuck with these little monsters.”

The cold night hair was like a slap to my face and the entire ride home I held my coat closer to my skin trying to keep myself warm. By the time I reached the house I was shaking from exhaustion. I unlocked the door and entered and I found Gracie in the living room watching one of those her reality shows. "Oh, dear," she said, standing up immediately aaa she walked towards me. "You look like you've been through a war." I slumped into a chair and let out a long, shaky breath. "He’s a monster, Gracie. Your grandson is not a man. He’s a machine made of ice and expensive suits."

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

Struggling to speak through Olivia's painful hold, Cherry managed to utter, "Granny, I've always known you're wicked! Very wicked!" "Shut your mouth, you insolent child!" Olivia retorted, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I've warned you before not to address me as your grandmother. I am not related to you in any way. Your real grandmother is deceased, resting in her grave, just as decayed and foul as you are." "Stop it!” Stacy suddenly pushed Olivia away and carried Cherry into her arms. She was fed up. How can a grandmother be so cruel to her own grandchild?