Shane Stoffer Age Novels & Stories

“I know what you mean. My parents both like their alcohol too much. I love them, and they were good to me, but I hate seeing how much they drink, and how it slowly erodes the people I knew.” It was strange to imagine Shane as part of a family. She knew he hadn’t hatched from an egg, but the concept of him in a family setting still seemed weird. The thought of him having an identical twin was also mind-boggling. Two Shanes? That sounded horrible…and twice as sexy. “Do they live around here?” “Santa Rosita. My mom’s the mayor.” She nodded. “Your dad?” “He was a professor, but he’s retired early. Stress.” Shane mimicked drinking deeply from an imaginary bottle.

Kathleen thought. “Ah... hi?” “You’re Kathleen, right?” Her brows twitched. “Y-Yes, why?” He nodded. “My name is Takumi Takahashi, Shane’s senior psychiatrist. And I have something to tell you.” “About what?” She saw his Adam’s apple rolled. “About Shane.”

The little girl answered with a joyful hum, "I'm Shaney." "Shaney? How old are you?" "Three." "Who's your mother?" "Raeleigh Anson." Stuart took a look at the man sitting opposite him, who he had seen in a photo before. He was the infamous Austin Quirk. Stuart inched his hands toward Shaney's arms and asked, "Shaney, tell me, what's your last name?" Shaney looked at Austin before turning back to Stuart. "Richards." Dumbfounded, Stuart nearly burst into tears. Since Lucy passed, Stuart got emotional easily. Hearing Shaney's words, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her with a death grip, reluctant to let go!

“That has to mean something.” Shane nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. I have until the end of the year before I have to go back and take some tests—prove I’m stable, that I can handle myself without... falling apart.” His chuckle was dry, almost bitter, and he ran a hand through his hair. “But for now, I guess I’m here. I’m better than I was.” Jade and Caroline had fallen quiet, their easy laughter from earlier replaced by something more subdued as they listened. Caroline shifted forward, setting her drink down on the table.

She spoke coldly, "Do you really think Shane likes you that much? He's thirty years old and still not married. Doesn't that strike you as odd?" Haley was taken aback by the question. It was something she had actually pondered before, but she had never found an answer. Shane had never spoken to her about his past romantic experiences. There were rumors circulating, though, suggesting he had some fertility issues. "What are you trying to say?" Haley asked. Stella snorted, her tone filled with arrogance and sarcasm. "Don't you know? Shane has always had a lingering attachment to someone. He's remained unmarried and abstained from relationships all these years for the sake of that woman."

“I wasn’t thrilled to have a new stepmother or stepbrother, but Vadim didn’t care about my input.” “Your father strikes me as a selfish man.” She had to bite her tongue to resist the urge to point out he shared traits with her aloof father. “It didn’t take me long to warm to Stefania, but I never liked Aldo. He made me…uncomfortable.” “How old were you?” Shane took her hand, squeezing gently. To her great surprise, she found the touch comforting. “Twelve. He was nineteen, so he shouldn’t have had any interest in me, but he seemed to go

From the documents, she assumed he was a middle-aged man. To her surprise, he appeared to be in his late twenties, with sharp features and the confident demeanor of a business elite. To have achieved so much at such a young age—it was clear he wasn’t ordinary. Composing herself, Stellar adjusted her thoughts and carried her glass of wine as she made her way toward him. The negotiation didn’t go as smoothly as Stellar hoped. Shane, sharp and impeccably polite, dismantled her every approach with a courteous smile, leaving her feeling as though she had been punching cotton.

I avoided each of their faces, I wouldn't want to see the hurt in there. “ Oh! Why? I really would like to spend today with you, I mean you weren't even there for me when I clock 8?” I snapped my eyes to stare at Shane shocked “ You are eight? ” I asked him surprised, the last time I checked he was seven years old. How come he's eight now? “ Of course. I couldn't celebrate my birthday because you were in coma” Shane replied as tears spilled down his face. I went over to hug him even when I knew he was guilt tripping me into going out with him.

Sam introduce as I shake his hand like to Victor's. "And I'm Shane Brown,the script writer of the group."Shane said as she shake my hands with a wide grin which I smiled back and look at her from head to toe. "How old are you,Ms.Shane?"I asked as she chuckled and playfully nudge me in the arm. "No need to call me 'Ms.' Just call me Shane,besides I'm only 19 years old and a fresh graduate just two months ago."She said with her genuine smile. 'Not bad for someone like her in 19 years,she's still pretty and doesn't have any flaws gonna put her in my check list..'

I inform him, but he doesn’t even look away from the cake before scoffing. “Tell Shane to deal with them.” Shane Riley, a twenty-three-year-old gym enthusiast standing at a solid six feet, had a knack for intimidating people. And honestly, he was pretty good at it too. “He’s already on it.” “Good,” he responds, and goes back to his whistling. I place the mugs in the sink and leave them for Miles, the other guy in charge of washing dishes. Usually, we’re all multitasking and can handle it if someone takes a day off or is too busy to show up for whatever reason. But today, I’m feeling a bit lazy, so I leave them and head over to collect the trash bags in the corner.