Stan The Water Man Novels & Stories

"Excuse me. Move!" Grabbing two people by their shoulders, I push them aside and come face-to-face with Jim standing on a person. The man Jim is standing on had bruises on his face. His nose is bleeding and he's moaning weakly. He tries to push himself up but Jim stomps on him, slamming him back down. "Stay down," he shouts. In Jim's hand is what looks like a bottle of water. He rises the bottle of water above his head like it's some sort of trophy before drinking the whole thing. He then throws the empty bottle at the man.

He said with a smirk. When I didn't say anything, he smiled shaking his head. "To start with Richard Stanford is a billionaire businessman dealing in shipping and cargo services. S&S that is Stanford and Stanford has the capability of reaching the most remote place on earth. And in the human world, he is called the most eligible Bachelor." He was typing something on his iPad while giving me information. "Check this out" he said passing me the iPad. It was a magazine article that was dated yesterday. His photograph was on the front as he was holding a beautiful lady in his arms, both looking at each other with love.

Stan stared at the laminated menu with intense scrutiny before simply telling the bewildered waiter, "Bring the meat. All of it." Vivian watched him devour three full portions of ribeye, her heart heavy as she toyed with her glass of water. For a few minutes, the absurd joy of watching an ancient warrior discover garlic butter pushed away her pain. But the silence that followed brought the dark clouds back. She thought of her fashion sketches—the ones Leo had stolen, the ones Zara was currently parading around town as her own masterworks. "You carry a heavy ghost on your shoulders," Stan said suddenly, laying down his knife. His voice was surprisingly gentle for a man built like a siege towe

"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.

the man says smoothly, and Stan nods while smiling. He drops the man's hand and gestures toward his office door with his head. "Let's go take a seat in my office," Stan says and the man follows as Stan opens the door. They each sit down and Stan eyes the young man curiously. Stanley is finding him to be a little odd. The young man's fingernails are dirty and that makes him curious. The man is dressed nicely, but the thick dark line of dirt screams filth. There is a sharpness to his eyes that Stanley finds odd as well, but the man is human and not much of a threat.

"I'm taking my bath, or are you going to watch?" James shrugged, nonchalant. "Take them all off. We're all men here, and everything looks the same—though I won't be looking even if you showed me. I have one myself." Stan was actually dumbfounded—when did this man become so horrific? "Do you know no shame?" He snorted. "Just trying to make you laugh." James grinned. Who on earth would try to make anyone laugh like this?! And they were both fully grown adults! "Stay all you want." Stan sighed and left to take his bath.

Even though I was fully clothed, I felt like I was naked. I tried to wring some of the water out of my t-shirt, but I just felt like I was wringing my pride. Why did I have to sit on the edge of the bathtub? Now I was in an uncomfortable situation when I spotted Stanley staring at me. 'I'll change the water.' I quickly turned off the tap and opened the bathtub's drain. 'You will catch a cold, go change' he said in a clear tone, was he not drunk just now? He just sobered up, Stanley coughed and threw his bath towel, and turned around.

“Caleb is a monster, and I’ll make him pay for everything he took from me and more.” “Good. My lawyers will draft up a divorce agreement. You’ll get a proper settlement.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want anything from Caleb. I just want to be done with him.” “I understand.” “I I also need someone who can fake my death.” Before he could ask any questions, I stopped him. “Veronica Stanton was an unfortunate ballerina and a miserable housewife. I don’t want to associate with that anymore.” “I’ll get right on it.” With that, he left the room.

A few moments after Byul left the mansion.... “Splash!” A bucket of cold water was thrown towards his face. Stanley was jolted awake by the cool sensation in his body and instantly sobered up. He look up and saw a man wearing a black mask on his face as the guy was fiercely glaring at him. Stanley tried to move his hand to reach out to his head that was throbbing like crazy. However, his hand was fastened on the chair, no. Not only that he was actually tied up in the chair!

Men usually don't take women seriously and do whatever they want. “Oh dear," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. "I sincerely apologize. The truck stalled on your property, and while I intended to call a mechanic, I thought I'd unload the furniture first. However," he added, scratching his neck, "I didn't realize it would be so difficult to manage alone.” "I sincerely apologize," he said, extending his hand. "My name is Stan and you can call me Stan. I've just moved in here. You must be my neighbour.” He sounded polite, yet somewhat playful.