Stan The Water Man Novels & Stories

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

Even the stone man let out a deep roar, as if he was nervous for the treeman. "You call him Big Brother so intimately. Why don't you call me Big Brother? After all, if it weren't for your strong water just now, it would be difficult for me to make such a big fire with my own strength. It's really difficult for me to make him suffer for a while." Samuel said with a faint smile. Hearing this, the bugman immediately turned to look at the water man with confusion and anger in his eyes. The bugman was obviously extremely impulsive and the stone man was extremely brainless. Relatively speaking, the water man was much wiser. If Samuel simply wanted to make use of the bugman and the stone man to pro

Argh! Suddenly, Stallon let out a cry while clutching the water tank tightly with both hands. Then, he slowly raised it to the top of his head. He did it so effortlessly, like he was lifting a water cup from the table. He stood tall as stable as a mountain without the slight quivering. "He got it up now!" "What a muscular man. He lifted such a heavy water tank with no sweat at all, just like he was toying with it." "He's so strong..."

She swallowed as the man darted his eyes everywhere and muttered, "Do you perhaps minded when I ask about your name right now?" Jane's inner brows were raised as the thought of Paul cleared her mind for a little as this man raised his hand. He smiled a little towards her as he introduced, "I'm Stan, by the way. I just wanted to know your name so if that... we ran into each other, I would know that it is you."

Theron and the other Stygian play chess and cards. Stan is the well-known god of the Crown. They say that he is merciless and he'll take all his enemies straight to their graves, they said that he is evil, but the truth is Stan is a soft-hearted guy, he even burst into tears while reading a sad story, like yesterday. Since the day they save me, they promise to take care of me. The truth is I respect Stan so much and I have been in love with a grumpy person Dylan, and I was the one who wants to protect him.

Stanley Batton raised his arm, lifted his cup and invited him for a clink. Fred Thomson immediately took his cup and clinked it with his. “Me too.” Then, he naturally drank a sip of water. Stanley casually glanced at his Adam’s apple that was moving up and down. Then, he brought the cup to his lips and pretended to drink water. Fred saw that and smiled with satisfaction. He only needed a sip of this water, there was no need for too much of it.

I said, grinning. “Oh, fuck it," Stan giggled, waving a dismissive hand at me as he walked down the street. His laughs faded as his walk turned to a sprint. “I'm going to conjure up some fucking bitches.” I turned back to the line, slipping my hands into my pocket as I gave a low chuckle. There were idiots, and there was Stan–the one guy I was sure I could turn to if I ever needed to scam to eat. And… that happened way more often than I cared to admit.

“But it's an amazing place. I took a deep breath. “You can come whenever you want. He was smiling now. A breathtaking smile I must say. He wasn't mad, thankfully. She would hate to argue with him while the moon's reflection was so divinely contrasting her form in the water. Oh dear... what am I going to do now? Control yourself Sarah... If she was smart enough, she would swim far away from him. Stanley dove under, and when he surfaced again I could see steam rising from his hot skin. I took a deep breath and looked away before my mind returned to giving me so many sinful reasons.

“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,”

The voice—cold and calm. It felt familiar to Stanley. The door swung open. A man sat backing the office entrance. Stanley walked in slowly, as the air conditioner in the room sent chills through his skin. The room was as cold as the first day of winter. "Good luck!" the lady whispered before walking out the door. Stanley's legs felt heavy for him to carry. Both hands were wet as if he had dipped his arms into water. "Good morning, sir. I'm Mr. Stanley Wood—" his voice cracked.