Stan The Water Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

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.

The water man laughed softly. Half of the bug man's head was above his head. He seemed to be smiling, but his mouth did not seem to be smiling. "Everyone, what are you going to do?" The stone man said in a burly voice, "Kill, kill, kill!" The treeman and the water man looked at each other and smiled. "This boy is crazy that he only knows how to kill." "Haha, who wouldn't go crazy in this damn place? Let me make a decision. Let’s torture him first and then kill him."

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..."

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.

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.

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.

Stan was here. "Come in" I called out, my voice firm despite the fear that was gnawing at my insides. Stan entered the bathroom quickly, his eyes immediately landing on Rima. He moved to shut off the water before crouching down beside her. He pulled a forehead thermometer from his medical bag, pressing it gently against Rima's forehead. As he waited for the reading, he glanced up at me, his expression serious "Tell me exactly what happened" he instructed, his voice calm and steady. I quickly relayed the events leading up to Rima's collapse, my eyes never leaving her as I spoke.

“What are you planning?” Ryder is about to reply when he’s interrupted by someone squirming. They glance to their side only to find a man who is in rags. The man is on all fours with a haggard expression and a disgusting stench coming from him. He has lost a significant amount of weight and one of his feet is tied with metal chains. “Wa…ter…” he whispers. The pitiful sight of the man doesn’t make the siblings flinch at all. “It’s in the dog bowl in front of you, Anderson,” Ryder simply says.

“I mean come on man, I maybe a bartender, but that’s not really rocket science you know.” I laughed till tears were flowing from my eyes. This man was hilarious! “What’s your name, man?” “Stan.” “So Stan, you know what I’m gonna do?” I asked conspiratorially. He shook his head. “I’m… I’ma gonna ask that wise man… Roberta Einstein to help me write an apology speech for a girl that I want to be mine.” He was quiet for a moment. “And how will you do that?” He asked, this time with interest.