Stan The Water Man Novels & Stories

Wendy's delicate back was pushed against the cold, white tiles of the bathroom wall. Warm water poured over her head, soaking her instantly. She raised her hands to push against the man in front of her. "What are you doing?" The water hit Stanley's handsome face, trickling down his sharp, striking features. It ran from his pronounced Adam's apple, down his muscular collarbone, and further still… It was like a painting of a man bathing, a visual feast of pure beauty.

and drove to the apartment. stan apartment was on the 5th floor of the building. it's a two-bedroom modern apartment with one hall, kitchen, dining table, and study room. as they entered the bedroom stan's inner beast was fully released. the next morning stan was on his bed naked with Susan still sleeping. he thought about what to do with both Peter and Patrick and decided to go to his father and take his help to deal with them because Peter was a member of the underground tugs so, stan want to use his father's connection to get back on both Patrick and Peter.

Sloan was stone-cold sober, and he was freaking the fuck out. "I am not a blue man. I am Dagerstanteen. I am warrior. I am the great ruler. You may address me as king just like the cat does." Sloan dropped the water and stepped away from the table. He took another step toward the beach. He had to get out of here.

(Roden POV) I was finishing my hair when there was a knock on the door. "Rod anniversary of the Stygian later, go to our base to celebrate with us. You need to be there, cutie pie." Stan said when I opened the door. "Argh do I need to go?" I sighed. "Of course." "But, Stan covered my mouth. "No buts, I'll see you there." He said seriously and turned his back on me. Argh shit!

I hesitated, unsure of whether I should indulge my craving for more or just continue taking my juice till this whole party thing was over. "I don't know; it's been a while since I've had something like that. It might affect me, and I would end up creating a perfect mess of myself," I admitted, voicing my concerns. But Stan reassured me with a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let you get drunk. And even if you do get really drunk, I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about doing anything silly. I'm here for you," he promised, his words washing over me like a soothing balm. It was surprising to see this cooler side of Stan. Stan had always been cool and humble, but right

“It's filtered salt water,” “It's from the sea?” “It's filtered.” I place it down on the table and wipe the excess liquid in my mouth. “It still tastes like sea,” “It's because it is from the sea,” he says matter-of-factly. I shake my head, indicating my irritation. “What's your name by the way?” “Stan. Claude Stan. I came from New Jersey.” He bend backwards and supported his back against the chair. “How long have you been here?” I ask him. “Two months,”

I shove my feet in my boots and head for the barn. ****** "Do you have the list of prospects? I believe the Running Springs bull has the best bloodlines," Stan says as he pours himself a cup of coffee and I nod. Two hours of stalling out in the barn had been enough. I had to come inside and eat. I didn't think anyone would be up, but I was wrong. Stan's daughter had a bad dream that woke her early, and after putting her back to sleep, the wolf-less father was wide awake. "I have his name highlighted. What's his cap," I ask and Stan leans against the counter as he looks at me.

The mention of Gwyneth instantly pissed her off, and after clenching her fists, she was prompted to growl, “That vixen is truly on a whole other level! If we were living in ancient times, she’d surely have a harem, that b*tch…!” Nodding in response, the man then said, “Indeed… Speaking of which, I don’t believe I’ve properly introduced myself. The name is Stan Poole, and… It’d do you good to remember my name. After all, you never know if we end up becoming friends or even partners…” Following that, he pulled the drunk woman into his arms, a smirk on his face! Too powerless to push him away, Callie weakly muttered, “That name… I’ve heard it before…”

" Luciana assumed he was returning to where he had come from, but he picked up the robe he had brought and strolled across to the other side of the pool. He laid the robe on another chair and returned to the pool. After he was fully submerged, he leaned his elbows on the pool's edge and continued to listen to his music, while Luciana remained on the opposite side of the pool, staring at him with a repulsive expression because he had ruined her alone time. Her eyes were raging and she felt like tilting the entire building so that the man would fall off it. There was no mistaking it, he was Vandrad Stanier, the self taught Lorth mage from the Sacred Mountains of the South.

"First you beat me for twenty then you nail the hottest woman in the room. You jammy fucker! You have any hot friends, Mrs. Taylor?" "Yes, but they're all taken." "You're taken too, aren't you?" "It's my night off, I guess. Special occasion." I bumped my hip into Stan's and he squeezed my ass. "How's the water?" I asked, changing the subject. "It's fucking perfect. You guys should jump in." I held back but Stan had no hesitation. He let go of me and started pulling his clothes off fast. Seconds later he was diving into the pool. Mike started m doing backstroke to the far end and I watched him gliding through the water.