South Park Stan Without Hat Novels & Stories

he shrugged as he opened another bottle of beer. I clenched my fist as his comment. I really hate it when they think so low of Hannah just because she doesn’t always win in a gang battle. So what? It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t win, that’s how it is. “What’s her name?” Stan asked. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Why are you asking?” He shrugged. Sage laughed. “Come on,” he said as he took his phone from his pocket. “Need to see how ugly this girl is,” he unlocked his phone and opened his F******k app.

He instructed. It was a fantastic night running with the pack. Even if I didn’t scent my mate among those there, it was still a great night. “You look incredible.” Stan’s voice started me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I hurried to get dressed after shifting back. I’m sure I was blushing brighter than the ripest cherry my family grows. I glanced over and quickly looked away, realizing Stan was still naked. “You should put clothes on. It’s cold out. Shrinkage is a terrible thing.” I commented as I quickly got my clothes on as a gust of cold winter air hit me.

Sorry, plus sized. "Hi, I'm Stan! Welcome, neighbor!" he said. He drank me in and his eyes lingered on my legs and thighs. His eyes moved over my curves and my bouncy boobs. I was wearing a very tight dress. When I cleared my throat, he snapped out of his lustly reverie. "I'm sorry," Stan said. He looked hungry. "You're just so beautiful." His look made my kitten ache. I invited him in. He sat down but he never stopped looking at me. It turned me on so much.

I pressed a hand to my mouth to stop the laughter, but it didn’t help. Steven had an elephant head tattooed on his pubic area. From what I could make out from the distance between us, his penis was the elephant’s trunk. “Women don’t run when they see that?” I asked between fits of laughter. Amusement flashed through his eyes as he fixed his pants. “I keep them too occupied to notice.” With a wink, he left the room and disappeared down the hall. I dropped back onto the bed and allowed the laughter to take over once again. Damn, those brothers were seriously entertaining.

But tonight, I knew I didn’t look plain, and I certainly didn’t feel boring. I just couldn’t stand up to the crowd; I had never dared to. Even presentations back then in school scared me, and now this. ‘Get it together, Harper,’ I muttered softly, dabbing my under eyes with a light tissue paper. Just then the door opened, and I was expecting Xavier, but it was Stan who came in. My shoulders stiffened as I watched him lean casually on the door, his hands in his pockets, a familiar look in his eyes. That look would have made me blush before, but right now, it made me feel disgusted.

Isaac grinned even as he stared at his own phone. Stan turned around just then and saw that, and asked in a nosy tone, "Was it something amusing, sir?" Isaac's expression turned serious instantly. "Interested?" Spooked right then, Stan pursed his lips. "Not particularly." James almost laughed at his fearful reaction, and moved closer to ask him quietly, "Can't you toughen up a little?" Stan rolled his eyes at him. "What, and talk tough to the boss? Why don't you do it?"

It stretched comically across his muscular frame, the delicate straps looking absurd against his broad shoulders. “Is the singlet on?” I asked, my eyes still shut tight. “Yes, it is,” he replied, his voice dripping with resignation. “You can open your eyes now.” Slowly, I opened my eyes, and when I saw him, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, clapping my hands in delight. The sight was ridiculous—Stanley, the imposing businessman, standing there in a tight, pink singlet that made him look like a very muscular woman. But beneath the absurdity, he was oddly… endearing. “You look pretty, Stanley,” I teased, still giggling.

Alex jogged up beside me with his helmet in hand breaking my train of thought. "The fuck I care about that hump?" Stanley could get fucked. I barely give that guy a second's thought these days. He seems to have a chip on his shoulder, and that stunt Sian had pulled weeks ago when she was trying to teach me a lesson hadn't helped things. I did notice that he's been acting strange on the field during practice but that wasn't anything I couldn't handle. As long as he stayed the fuck away from my girl I didn't really care what he did. "I just thought you should know. Guy looks a little off to me and you know he's not sane."

I was very sure that Stan must have made unknown enemies among the boys in the class as all the females seemed to be attracted to him, even the female wolves. I gestured for Stan to do as the professor had said. " My name is Stan Hart, I am Mrs. Quinn's husband's assistant." He said and as expected, the rumors intensified. Well, he couldn't tell the humans that I was Sebastian's mate and he was my mate's Beta. My gaze traveled to Jacob, he seemed displeased by Stan's words but dared not say anything unless he wanted what happened the last time to repeat itself. The professor simply gestured that Stan sat down.

“You’re so adorable, Missy. I was just messing with you, and you took it seriously?” “Besides, why would I trouble you with something like that?” I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but he seemed to put extra emphasis on those last few words. I let out a breath, unsure if I felt relieved or a little disappointed. “My name’s Stanley Lewis, but you can just call me Stan.” As he spoke, Stanley casually pulled off his tank top and walked shirtless into the bathroom. It wasn’t really a full bathroom—just a small area sectioned off with a semi-transparent curtain.