Stan From South Park Novels & Stories

“No Stan, stop what you are doing! I won’t allow anyone to get hurt on my behalf.” I moved past Gabe trying to stop them from fighting. I recognize Stan, he is a rogue who Thane works closely with to get intel about other packs. I met him only once, in the hallway of The Foul Moon Packs’ packhouse. He was standing propped against one of the walls near the dining hall. I noticed him looking at me and licking his dirty lips at the same time. I asked one of the servants who he was, and she told me all she knew at the time.

I am a bit amused to see my Macho friend all teary over his woman. "I got your mail when I got home. I came almost immediately. " "Calm buddy, I tried calling but couldn't get across to you. " "I wanted to be there for Trace. " Stan cries and lays his rather large head on my shoulders. "I can't let it happen to me again man, I can't. " "Let what happen buddy? " I ask confusedly. Stan has been acting funny since he walked into the hospital, now here he is crying and talking all strange. I consider doing some questioning but the old doctor walks in again.

he asks innocently. “A pup you dumbass,” Carter says with a smirk. I look at Carter and he just chuckles, enjoying torturing Stan instead of him being tortured. “That is amazing news – congratulations!” Stan says as he puts his hand on Carter’s shoulder. Kinsley pulls me in for a hug before Stan reaches over to hug me as well. Carter lets out a low growl, which made us all laugh.

Stan called out, "Excuse me, mister!" Stan ran up the steps as he held the keychain in his hand and asked, "Mister, is this yours? I think you had dropped off this keychain from your bag." He said politely as Paul froze in his place. Stan tilted his head through him and observed the keychain from his hand while Paul closed his eyes. He turned around to see that it was Stan, who was holding the keychain from his bag, the one whom Jane gave yesterday for their fourth anniversary. Paul opened his mouth slightly as Stan raised his eyebrows while he creased his forehead after a second. He narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was Paul Sy, the youngest and successful businessman that he had encoun

Fowler's vague smile, he smiled too in tacit understanding. After working in business all his life, Mr. Fowler could certainly see through his daughter's cheap tricks—he just did not want to expose her. Moreover, he actually liked Stan, and he was having this conversation with Stan since he hoped for him to get along with his daughter. What if they happened to be right for each other? "I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant, and that's all I am," Stan said. "I'm actually a farm boy who only got to where I am thanks to Mr. Jefferson's generosity."

I say trying to sound honest. “Are you now talking for that stutter boy?” Tony asks furrowing his eyebrows. “No. I'm not. But he pleaded with me to leave him alone,” I say and take the water bottle sitting on the table in front of me. It probably belongs to Sophia. I take a sip and then look back at Tony. “Leave him alone. He already has the stutter problem. I think we shouldn't trouble him more.” “Woah Ethan! I can't believe this,” Tony scoffs. “What? Have you gone gay for him?”

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.

For the sake of my sanity and my health, there is no way I'm going down that road. Stan, my best friend and co-fighter, makes his way over to me, laughing at Stella's antics. "I'm glad I'm a married man." He says, still chuckling. I laugh as I pat his back. "If you were still single, I'm sure you wouldn't tap that either."

Stan said. "What? No. Why would you think we were together?" Stan scrubbed a hand over his chin but did not try to cover up his grin. "No reason. Just a thought. Don't get me wrong, I love a little alone time with you. It does wonders for my reputation. They keep hoping I'm going to lie down and take retirement easily, but you make me seem energetic and full of life." "I thought you were trying to be a feminist," I said. "Speaking of women's equality," Stan said, "I know exactly why you are here and I've got to say, I'm surprised at you." I pushed away from the door and approached his desk with caution.

My breathing was now entangled, and I was trying so hard to keep my composure, to not freak out after everything I just heard. Bradley chuckled. “Of course, man! You know I’m worse than you. She would die before you get to taste her if I fck her first.” “It’s a deal then,” Stan answered. He was so confident as if he only closed a business deal. I couldn’t believe it. I know he’s evil, but not like this. He’s becoming like Bradley and Liam. He’s completely insane! I swallowed hard and pinched my fingers thinking I was just having a nightmare but I felt the pain when I pinched myself. It was real! I am really hearing their evil plans.