Stanley And Zero Novels & Stories

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

Stanley’s gaze was cold as he unleashed a powerful pressure on Kayson. He was a master. Although he was only in the early stage, it was considered an amazing feat since he was so young. Kayson had seen a lot of young masters in Skyriv, but none of them were as young as Stanley. He had heard that there were a lot of masters as young as Stanley in big cities like Metrocity and Eastsea, but this was the first time he had come across one. “Let go of Livia’s hand, kid! She is someone out of your league,” growled Stefan.

Stan greeted. “Hey man, what’s up?” He asked shaking hands with Stan. Stanley Bradley had been Denzel’s close friend since when they were in the university. He had graduated to become a business strategist and consultant. Denzel had employed him as a consultant and he had been of immense help to him. He had been the one that had saved him and the company. He was the catalyst that got the company to accrue the total 37% net profit, 2% percent more than they made before he took over from his father Mr. Wesley.

He lacked depth and was just an empty vessel. Stanley was everything, a perfect man, but she was foolish. She allowed herself to be pulled into Gerald's dirty world, and now she had lost Stanley. She began to think about how to get him back. Lana was lucky; being a nobody, she had come out of nowhere and stolen Stanley from her.

so what makes you think your cousin has something in common with Stanley? The driver swallowed hard, he couldn't say a word because he didn’t want to offend her…Unise spotted the purple envelope beside the steering wheel and it had a huge SW logo of SW. ‘SW stands for Stanley Williams right?’ she asked and he nodded. ‘My family needs a break and also some bonding time, especially Stanley’ she said in a thoughtful tone… Stanley needed to move on, he needed to go somewhere where he won't think about Kimberly and his child and he will get to ease his mind for a bit.

Rima shot back. “Children.” Stanley cuts into their quarrel before they would take it to a new dimension. “Do you not understand the term of undercover or spying or you are trying to get us discovered and killed on purpose?” Stanley questions, if they were not in a tight position, he would have not left them with his sideways glance, he would be giving them one of his infamous death glares that he was known for. Penn rolled his eyes at Stanley back but kept her quiet as Rima hits her then proceeded to ignore that Penn like she wasn’t in the same space with her.

Zach stumbled and collapsed to the ground, then suddenly crawled over to my feet. “Coco, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, okay? “I know you’re mad at me, and that’s why you even walked away from the company we built together. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance! “I already contacted the wedding planner. We’ve redesigned everything into a grand ceremony and included all your favorites. Come back with me and we’ll get married right away. Please!”

Victor makes small talk with Zarah, and I tap my fingers against my thigh while waiting for the last guest to arrive—Stanley. When he finally walks in, I can feel my heart rate increase. He looks as hot as ever, with his chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is dressed casually in khaki shorts and a light blue dress shirt, but he still manages to look incredibly sexy. Probably because his clothes are strained, it seriously looks like the buttons on his dress shirt are about to pop and scatter in every direction since his chest is so broad. Zarah nudges my arm, and I snap out of my daze, noticing that Stanley’s gaze is fixed on me. He walks over and greets us, and I can feel myself

"Kazimir." He turned. Elara stood there. She wasn't a glowing goddess or a flickering ghost. She was the girl from the ISS, her eyes clear and brown, her smile bright enough to power a world. Beside her stood Sarah Vance and a Jun who was no longer made of static, but of flesh and blood. "Where are we?" Kazimir asked, his voice trembling with a Transcendent joy.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit