Stan Sister Novels & Stories

I nodded, because there was nothing else left to do with my face, and let her go. "Mrs. Stanton." The doctor didn't bother sitting down when he came in. He flipped through my chart without looking up. "I have to say, you're either remarkably careless with your health, or you have a death wish. Which is it?" "I fell down the stairs." He looked up then, and something in the set of his mouth told me he'd heard that excuse from a hundred women before him and believed none of them.

"This is good. This is exactly what you need. Engage her, get married, get into the Club of Eight. You're set for four generations. There are men who would put you in the ground for that life." "Hester was in Denver." Stanton goes quiet for a moment and shakes his head. "Hester Bednar,” he says like he's reciting a name from a list of things that have always caused problems. "Did he try anything?" "Yeah, with Dana." Stanton shrugs and takes some cake. "He can do that. But not with Jodie, and that's what matters. Dana isn't yours to keep anymore, Alex." I look at him. "Why does it always seem like you enjoy reminding me of that?"

Kara apologized as she slowly approached them. Stan got on his feet to reverence the presence of the governor but Stacy remained sitting holding her cup of drink to her face.

" That one grunt ended Tanya's dream of joining the Schmidt family. Stanley frowned slightly and picked up his spoon again. "I might've seen Sarah in Capital City. Do you want me to tell her anything?" Stefan replied coolly, "Who's Sarah?" Stanley did not ask again. She was a woman who had loved him for so many years and was willing to transform from a radiant star to a mere flicker in the background. However, she was now just a forgotten smudge on Stefan's table. She could be erased without a second thought.

The knot of resentment in my chest miraculously loosened, and a genuine smile spread across my face for the first time in days. "You're right. This wasn't my fault. I need to move on." Maybe it was the excitement of seeing an ex-classmate after so long, but Clara and I seemed to have endless things to talk about. When I learned she had just returned to the country and hadn't found a place to stay yet, I volunteered to help her look for an apartment. Since I'd soon be transferring to a branch office in another city, she only needed a place temporarily. Short-term rentals were hard to come by, and after several days of searching, we came up empty-handed.

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

And maybe raid their mini kitchen a bit for some snacks. But as I got there, I noticed that someone was standing in front of the door. A girl with long silver-blonde hair that ends up to her waist. Even from this distance, I could already tell who she was. Stella Antoinette Stan. One of the smart kids in school. The only girl that I couldn’t put a label on whether she’s a nerd or a potential popular girl. People rarely see her as she immediately leaves as soon as class ends. She doesn’t join any clubs but she gets almost a perfect grade out of every subject.

' Breanna groaned, palming her face, before turning to pick up the dress laid out on her bed. There was no way around it. Exactly 6 pm, her front door rang. She panicked. Was he waiting outside already?!. But as soon as she opened the door, her jaw fell. On the other side of the door was Stan, dressed in black leather from head to toe. His previously blue hair, now colored pink. Every one of his fingers were decorated with silver jewelry that matched his leather outfit. "Stan?." Her voice seemed to bring him out of his stun and he blinked a couple times, scratching the side of his lip. "Wow!." Stan sang with a wide smile, adjusting the strap to his back pack. "You look stunning."

"The deal is gone, and the favor is with you. If you are not suitable to accept it, it doesn't matter..." "Except me, can you find more handsome than me?" Zachary interrupted her. Stacy laughed. How could he be so arrogant? She was good-looking, but she was too young, so she didn't have a steady aura. Such a handsome face was not attractive at all. At least not to attract her. Of course, he had so many fans, so he must have a lot of merits, such as his handsome face. "Then your price..." Stacy found that the car was parked in the underground parking lot of the Hyatt Group.

a teenager snickered, walking parallel to them. "Why do they stare?" Stan’s voice dropped an octave, laced with a dangerous warning. He shifted his weight, positioning his massive frame to block Vivian from the gazes of the passersby. "Do they intend to challenge your honor? Give the word, and I will clear a path through them." "No! No path clearing," Vivian hissed, catching his sleeve before he could step toward a group of college students. "It’s your clothes, Stan. You look like you just walked off a historical drama. People here don't wear robes like that."