Real Grunkle Stan Novels & Stories

’ Upon hearing that, Stanley’s gaze had returned to Henry again. Grandpa’s friend? How come he did not know about it? “Mr. Henry, I believe you know Stan, right? He’s Dr. Batton’s grandson…” Bailey pointed at Stanley and asked, the smile on her face was as fake as usual. Very soon, Henry caught sight of Stanley. After sizing him up for a few seconds, he turned to Bailey and hissed, “Are you joking with me? I’ve seen Dr. Batton’s grandson before. The two of them look nothing alike…”

Who could've imagined that the untouchable Queen of Finance—the woman who dominated Draganland's business world—would be this bold in private? "What? No one's home?" Outside the door, Graham frowned, seeing that no one answered. But unwilling to give up, he raised his voice again. "Ms. Stanton, I'm Graham from Silverton's Golden family. I brought a premium drakeblood root to show my sincerity!" He made sure to announce the gift this time—a premium drakeblood root. It was an extraordinary medicinal treasure. One could only imagine that if an immature one sold for hundreds of millions, a mature premium one would certainly be all but unobtainable.

Greg grunted. I quickly scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain and bracing myself. If they were going to try to have their way, I wasn’t going to make it easy. I would fight tooth and nail. "Oh, I love it when they fight back." Stan said, stepping into my cell after Greg unlocked it. "It isn’t any fun if they just give in." "You’re a disgusting bastard." I snapped, clenching my fists. "I promise if you touch me, I will be the last thing you ever touch."

Continuation.... Stanley leaned closer to Lauren. "I want to introduce you to someone." "Okay?!" Wrenny answered, unsure. "I never told you about him because he's a jerk, " Stanley said sincerely. "And you still want to introduce me to him?" She asked. Stanley scratched the back of his neck. "Well, Despite the fact that he's a jerk, I'll say he's like the closest friend I have next to you, Anita and probably my parents."

All of her hopes rest on her Grams helping them. Her grandmother Belinda lived in a nice home in a big pack in a small rural area in Washington state. The alpha of the pack was Adam Prince, who Greer had met before when she was a child. He seemed like a nice enough guy. He knew her father pretty well. Her grandfather Russell was friends with his father, so he had a soft spot for Russell's family. After Russell had died and Greer's dad Dean, had moved away with his mate, Adam had continued to look after Belinda.

"Looks like it. I mean, Mr. Turnbull himself is here…" Everyone was soon staring fixedly at the ring, losing interest in training just then. Stan rolled up his sleeves, nodding in salutation as he said, "Shall we get started, Mr. Lawrence?" "Sure," Frank said evenly. "You can go first." The crow immediately got rowdy—in their eyes, Robert was invincible, and Stan was certainly powerful as he mostly inherited his father's techniques! "Whoa, that's one pompous brat! "Teach him a lesson, Mr. Quill!"

"Looks like we know different Christian. Polite? A good kid?" Her grandfather laughs heartily. "Oh yes, the rumors about him being the devil king. Is he as ruthless as they say, though?" He smiles. Jenny blinks. "What do you mean?" "I've met the kid, and he's the same as his father when he was young. His smile is charming!" Jenny rolls her eyes. "Might not be as charming when he kills me in my sleep while keeping that smile on." She shudders. "You have a good sense of humor." Stanley points out, looking impressed.

Good stalking, bad stalking, or Christmas stocking?” “What the hell is good stalking? And what does Christmas have to do with anything?” “Well, presents are fun to unwrap. Like Sharon probably thinks you are. Now that we know for sure you have nipples, you’re no longer hairy enough or scary enough to ward her away.” I shake my head in disgust. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. And for your information, she said she’s okay with body hair.” Then she’s the perfect woman for you! A match made in heaven. Or, more literally, the cradle. Either way, Granny is hoping you’ll go after Sharon. She’d like to be a great-grandma one day.”

“I’m sure your granddaughter can speak for herself. Why don’t you leave us alone, go home, and knit a pullover for our babies?” “F*ck off right now, Nick. No one talks to my granny the way you did.” I punched the table and rose to face him, nose to nose. He smirked, his gaze dropping to my chest. “I do. So what will you do, huh? This is my uncle’s club.” I gaped at him, shocked at this new piece of information. “I’ll talk to your uncle. He wouldn’t like it if the club closed down, would he? Let’s see. Maybe a phone call to my friend, the mayor will do the trick!” said Granny, taking out her phone. Nick stepped back, his face paling with fright.

He looked up, his gaze shifting through the shining glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows to the milkshake shop across the street. It was very close to Clavendale University. The elderly woman he'd seen earlier, sipping on a milkshake, wasn't just anyone—it was his grandmother! Stanley hung up the phone and stood up abruptly. Jessica looked confused. "Stanley, what's wrong?" Stanley pressed his lips together. "Something's come up with my grandma. I can't stay with you tonight. You'll have to go home by yourself." He turned and walked away without another word. Seeing that the romantic dinner was ruined, Jessica felt a surge of anger. Was Glinda doing this on purpose?