Stan From South Park Novels & Stories

His feeble hand tapped the glass door before him. “Stan.” She widened the entrance. “What are you doing here?” Stan wobbled in. “I’m finished.” Kim shut the door after him and studied him quietly. Stan plopped down on the sofa and began to sob. “You’re drunk, Stanley.” She eased into the kitchen and prepared a cup of coffee. She offered it to Stan. “What’s wrong, Stan?” Stan accepted the cup and dropped it precariously on the sofa. Kim’s glance alternated between the cup and Stan.

Stan said a few minutes later after he finished eating and left the office. He still needs to work on the files I gave him this morning and the day is already far spent... " How was your weekend?" I asked after Stan left the office. " It was actually fun, Ken, his boyfriend and I went shopping, we even went to the spa. It was really fun, they didn't even want me to come back." She explained and I really don't know why her best friend is a guy but I am glad she's happy and she's having fun.

he wiggled his brows at him and I was getting worked up by whatever the hell was going on “Oh, you both were fucking!!!” Stan shouted so loud that I almost jumped in fear “We sure were” Jere joined them laughing I was both embarrassed and disgusted. Embarrassed by how they laughed, they were laughing in my face and he was laughing with them Disgusted with how he put my business out to them, to fucking randos I didn’t even know

This guy must be nuts! I was trying to make sense out of his last statement but I was left dumbfounded. He wanted me to abandon Shey like garbage? Hell no! I massaged my forehead and plastered a mocking grin. Stan stood up, eyes still on me and said, "My niece was a broken glass. She lost all her trust in love after that incident. She was severely traumatized not because she became a sex slave for two days but because she couldn't accept that her mate ruined her."

"I know, I know. But I just wanted know why you guys are all queuing up here. I just want to get in on it too.” Stan hesitated for a few moments before sighing. "A non-profit organization decided to give some food out to homeless people,” he answered. "They're serving beans and bacon. Not so tasty, if you ask me." I frowned, confused. “You… you've tasted it?" "Yeah,” Stan snorted as he laughed. "This is my third run actually." He slapped his scrawny belly. "Have to save up for tomorrow, yer know.” I looked up at the start point of the line then down to the end. If I was to go down there, it would take me ages before I got any grub. And with people like Stan filling up the queue, I was sure t

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

Theron and the other Stygian play chess and cards. Stan is the well-known god of the Crown. They say that he is merciless and he'll take all his enemies straight to their graves, they said that he is evil, but the truth is Stan is a soft-hearted guy, he even burst into tears while reading a sad story, like yesterday. Since the day they save me, they promise to take care of me. The truth is I respect Stan so much and I have been in love with a grumpy person Dylan, and I was the one who wants to protect him.

' Stan, my wolf, asked out of the blue. 'Oh, hello there. Where have you been? You've been hibernating for too long already,' I replied. 'Nah, just chilling around the neighborhood while you are busy making a move on our mate,' Stan joked. 'Ah, I see. You lazy bone!' I said. 'Do you need my help with our mate?' Stan offered. 'No thanks. I'm doing well,' I responded quickly. 'Alright, if nothing else, I'll continue my exploration in the forest. May I?' Stan asked my permission.

I checked the caller; it was Stan. Lauren peeped and saw a glimpse of his name. She continued laughing. " Nothing is funny, Lauren. Stop laughing." I was paranoid. However, it only made her laugh the more. " Says who? Common, pick the call while I take my shower." She sauntered into the bathroom, majestically. I swiped my phone to the right and said, " Hello, Stan. " With a low voice, he said, " Can we meet? I would love us to talk tonight."

"Who is she?" He glanced at it. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he said, coolly, "A friend." I kept my voice from shaking. "Do friends need to kiss?" "She's a Fremorian. That's how they greet," he said, deadpan. I laughed bitterly and pressed the point. "You have prosopagnosia. Tens of thousands filled that concert, and she was in plain black. So how could you spot her right away?" There was a beat of silence before Andrew said, "We grew up together."