Stan Sister Novels & Stories

Piper The hall feels stifling, the sheer size of it doing nothing to calm my nerves. Everywhere I turn, there’s a woman stronger, taller, or more confident than me.I can’t stop shifting from one foot to the other, the name tag pinned to my chest feeling more like a mark of humiliation than identification. Piper, it reads in bold, cursive letters. Around me, twenty-nine other women chatter, stretch, and eye the weight racks like predators circling their prey.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

Thankfully, I'm not far away, my car is my lifesaver again, it will get me there in five hours. "Excuse me, but aren't you one of Cissy and Xanne's friends? How are they doing now?” I turn to the familiar voice, it is none other than Stan standing there, the owner of the restaurant. A jovial and sociable guy, Cissy once told me how he had offered her and Xanne a fair chance at survival after their pack was destroyed and they were homeless and hungry. Harad had rewarded him handsomely for that. I shake his hand and smile at him kindly.

Another added, "Yeah! Couldn't you have just chosen an ordinary VIP room on the first floor? Then this whole mess wouldn't have happened! Now everyone feels embarrassed because of your actions!" A third added, "I couldn’t agree more. I was expecting a tip from you at the end of the night, but I'm not hoping for it now given the situation!" Stanley flew into a rage. He was the son of the Shanahans, an upper-class young man from a third-tier family, and he could not bear to hear the four B-girls scolding him like that. He grabbed an empty wine bottle next to him and smashed it hard on the ground.

Stacy replied to me with a question. “I was here before you walked in, how could I have followed you here?” Stacy looked away and folded her hands on the table. “I am not your baby sister or someone for you to babysit so go back to your table and let me be.” “What are you doing here, Stacy?” “Drinking.” Stacy shot back. “I am here to drink. Isn’t it obvious?” She thanked the bartender and brought her drink to her lips. “You’re a minor and if I tell someone, they will get you kicked out.”

Stacy offered her opinion. Stanley said, "But I'm not afraid of her, yet I'm afraid of what I can do to her," while tapping a finger on his leg. "But I'm not afraid of her." "Take precautions to prevent him from approaching Maxine and Heather. Stanley, you need simply carry out that single task. Everything will turn out all right, "The counsel of Stacy

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

And then anal sex. Four months later, Stan traveled to Oklahoma to visit Priya’s parents. "Namaste," Priya taught him as Stan was behind the wheels. "Nah- mas- tey." "Namaste." They stopped at a border in Indiana and made love at a cheap hotel. In Missouri, they visited the St. Louis Gateway Arch and took pictures and rented a more decent hotel room. That night, Stan made sure the moaning of Priya echoed into the night.

Suddenly I was standing in Stan’s bedroom across town, invisible, watching everything. Stan was naked, sweating, thrusting wildly into a blonde woman I vaguely recognized from his office. She was on all fours on his bed, moaning loudly as he gripped her hips and slammed into her from behind. “Fuck, you’re so much tighter than Lyra,” Stan groaned, voice thick with lust. “So much better. She’s so fucking boring in bed. Always complaining, never wants to try anything new. I’m done with her. Gonna break it off this weekend.”

I leaned forward, my brow furrowing as I systematically began to dissect the enemy. "Stacy comes from old, untouchable wealth, Stellan," I reasoned, tapping my manicured nail against my ceramic mug. "Julian told me her family was incredibly rich. Why does she need a monthly stipend? Why does she need two billion dollars in liquid capital now, twenty years later?"