Stan Sister Novels & Stories

“She hits me.” Not “he.” She. Stan. The same Stan who used to be Chi’s ride-or-die back in school, the one who’d sneak her out of hostel to smoke on the Unilag lagoon front, who’d held her while she cried after her first girlfriend ghosted her. The same Stan who’d convinced Vanessa, quiet sweet Vanessa with the Yoruba lullabies in her voice, that this kind of love the fierce, bruising kind was just what happened when two women tried to love each other in a city that pretended they didn’t exist.

It was indeed Stan. "Recently, he's been frequently visiting Atlanto City, but before that, he had been living in his hometown, Camrod City. He gathered a few thugs there, all of whom he knew from prison. I think he's likely planning something big there and then planning to escape!" the subordinate reported. "You're right. We need to request support from higher-ups." Support for major cases came quickly. Jimmy and his team ran the car plate number Stan used to enter and exit Camrod City to determine his final location.

If there was such a thing as love at first sight, this might be it. Stan was an average kind of guy. He worked in the computer industry and was reasonably well off financially. But, to be blunt, he was average height, had an average build and average looks. Kelly was a little taller than Stan, with dark hair and long features that made her look slender. This meeting was a blind date. Some friends of Stan’s from work had met Kelly at a company function and hit it off.

"You can't have both. It's either her or me. Speaking of Lillian, why isn't she clinging to you today? Why isn't she hovering around you? Where did you hide her?" "Tina, what nonsense are you talking about?! I didn't hide anyone! I'm looking for her too. But every time I call her, no one answers." Stanford said excitedly, "I've made it clear, haven't I? She's just a friend, we grew up together, so I treat her like a little sister! You're the one I love!"

Stan lingered over the last sip in his glass. “So?” I said. “So, nothing.” He smiled. “I’ve just been trying not to be the old-timer in this gang of youngsters, and today, I felt like I was the one getting to watch an old master at work.” I laughed. “I’m no old master. I’m more like the Vatican in the 1800s, knocking off all the dicks.” Stan laughed long and hard. “You’re a good fucking guy, whatever the hell else you are. Just don’t start angling for my junk with a fig leaf.”

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.

“And you are?” Stan straightened slightly. “Someone who just had dinner with her.” Aiden’s jaw clenched. “I asked who you are.” Stan held his ground. “Stan. I work under Riley.” Aiden’s eyes flicked to me again. Under. The word landed heavy. His fingers flexed against my skin. “Let her go,” Stan said. Aiden didn’t move. Stan’s brows drew together. “She doesn’t look comfortable.” I swallowed. “Stan. Please.” I pleaded softly.

"I understand. That's fine. " I smile in reply. "Pardon my manners lady. I am Stan. Stan Devin. I live down the road a few blocks from the high school. " "Nice to meet you Stan. I am not sure we have met before. " I say wearing a confused look about me. I have been away from my duties for long enough and I am itching to get back inside the kitchen. "No, we haven't Missy. At least not in person. I have more than enough water color and pencil sketching of your face littered around my place as we speak. " My face screws in more confusion. A deep feeling of nervousness settles in my stomach.

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

"I understand. That's fine. " I smile in reply. "Pardon my manners lady. I am Stan. Stan Devin. I live down the road a few blocks from the high school. " "Nice to meet you Stan. I am not sure we have met before. " I say wearing a confused look about me. I have been away from my duties for long enough and I am itching to get back inside the kitchen. "No, we haven't Missy. At least not in person. I have more than enough water color and pencil sketching of your face littered around my place as we speak. " My face screws in more confusion. A deep feeling of nervousness settles in my stomach.