Stanford Pines X Reader Novels & Stories

They'd sat up there for two hours watching the sun go down over the ridge and talking about everything and nothing, and at some point Noah Callahan's shoulder had been pressed against his and neither of them had moved away, and Eli had understood something about himself that he hadn't had a word for yet. He passed the water tower without slowing down. The town materialized the way it always had — all at once, like a secret the forest had been keeping. The main street appeared from between the trees: the old post office with its faded flag, Morrow's Bookshop with the handwritten sign in the window advertising a poetry reading on Thursday, the Cedarwood Falls Diner with its red awning, Mae's h

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

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With this thought, he smiled and began to eat. After having dinner peacefully, they went to discuss something in Owen Reid’s study. Owen Reid gave him some files and sat on his seat. “You can find the information about Pinnacles in those files. I want you to be familiar with the business we are running as soon as possible. I can’t wait to see you in the position of President.” Xander didn’t respond immediately. He picked a file and began to check. Taking a deep breath, he said calmly, “I will do my best to learn everything soon, but…” He lifted his head to look at him, “don’t rush it.”

The pages within were dark yellowish, looking somewhat aged. Every page was blank, without a single content in the entire book. Xyla shot Stanley a look of surprise. “What is this?” Who sent them these items? What was the point? She couldn’t understand it. Xyla carefully reached for the book and flipped through it again, still not finding any words on the pages. What was the point of receiving a book like this? Xyla then reached for the silver hairpin Stanley held to examine carefully. It looked pretty and had great workmanship, glistening brightly.