Stan Sister Novels & Stories

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?"

"What's up, Stan? Something bothering you?" "Are you really asking me? The whole you dating my sister is bothersome to me. When I imagine Maddie with someone, I figured she'd be with someone like a doctor or...a businessman or something. Not you." Stanley barks. I grin. "I am a businessman." "Fuck, Victor, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "I am being serious, Stan. I run several businesses, and that makes me a businessman." Stanley leans toward me some more. "You know damn well I don't approve of your so-called businesses," he hisses under his breath.

Stan was behind the counter, swirling a glass of whiskey like he’d been expecting me. The bastard smirked. “Well, you had her inside. Why didn’t you fuck her?” My hand slammed the counter before I could stop myself, rattling the bottles on the shelf behind him. Stan didn’t flinch, he just laughed. “Touch a nerve?” I glared at him. “She’s drunk, you asshole. I’m not a monster.” Stan gave a lazy shrug, still grinning like the devil himself. “Didn’t say you were. Just surprised. You’ve never been the patient type, Tsar.”

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.

Stella and Patrick’s expressions shifted as they began to suspect that Stanley might have abducted Amanda’s daughter. However, Stella was consistently unreasonable, always ready to argue even when lacking advantages. Despite this, Stella would staunchly defend Stanley, even if he were in the wrong. Stella yelled, “You can’t just do whatever you want to Stanley, no matter the circumstances.”

He is seething, I can see from the way he clenches and unclenches his fist. “ We will pay her for the phone,” Santino replies, and he looks as cool as a cucumber. I walk past the men and approach the girl. “ I am so sorry, some rude men disturbed me while I was on the phone and I accidentally dropped your phone.” I plead with her. Her eyes water, “ It's the only phone I had,” Santino approaches her and drops five stacks of dollars in her hands. “ Get yourself a new phone.” He tells her and her eyes light up.

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 glad. Whatever this becomes I am glad." Stellan looked at the skyline. "There is something else," he said. "Tell me." "She has a project presentation in Chicago next month," he said. "A firm she has been consulting for on a development in the West Loop." He paused. "She mentioned it casually. Over dinner on Saturday." He paused again. "I did not think it was casual." Darian was quiet. "She is coming to Chicago," Stellan said. "Yes," Darian said slowly. "It sounds like she is."

“And that’s what’s irritating me. We don’t know where they are. We don’t know when they will strike. And they have these nasty tricks I’d rather not deal with.” “The fools are probably strategizing.” Stan emptied his glass and stared at the empty glass. “I can just picture them, sitting around a burning bush in gowns and wielding pitchforks. Thanks, Jim.” He gave the manager of the club a thumbs-up sign when he placed two new bottles of whiskey on their table.