Stanley Gravity Falls Brother Novels & Stories

Paulo bellowed from below. Denver didn't even glance away from me. Just chuckled, low and unbothered. "Your brother's got shit timing," he murmured, voice dropping just for me. "But seriously, it'd be good to see you down there. Even for a little." My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. I opened my mouth, nothing came out. Paulo's footsteps pounded up the stairs. "I'm serious, man, hands off!" Denver raised both hands in mock surrender, charger still in one. "Relax, just grabbing this," he called down, then flicked his gaze back to me, one last slow, burning look. "Think about it, yeah?"

Stanley growls, and my forehead scrunches. "I don't know who the hell that is," I snarl before going to lunge at him, and Stanley holds his hands up. "Wait, wait. That's the name of Adam Polk's mistress. The chick Samantha's ex-husband was sleeping with. It's Adam! I'm sorry I should have known you wouldn't have remembered her name," Stanley says as realization dawns on me that my brother found my mate using his talent for collecting information. I howl towards the ceiling before pulling him in for a very awkward hug.

"I know, but Stanley is just too hard on himself. He still hasn't forgiven himself.” Using my senses, I moved in the direction of Stanley until my nose detected something strange. When I caught a whiff of my brother, the odour suggested that he might be hurt because I could smell his blood. I rushed to him, only to find him unconscious and naked in his human form.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

It's freaking driving me insane, a relentless drumbeat of lust echoing in my ears, and I am hard as hell in my pants right now, a throbbing testament to her undeniable allure. I quickly avert my gaze, forcing my eyes away from the magnetic pull of her presence, just as one of my cousin brothers approaches. His name is Stanley, and he’s a good kid, always enthusiastic. He flashes a wide, genuine smile as he comes close, holding out a glass. "Yo, brother! Taste this! I told you I was good at making lemonade. This is one of my latest recipes, a secret blend!"

After dinner, Stanley kissed me good night and stepped outside with his brother, I know from the solemn look on Emma’s face that they have a lot to talk about. Emma’s POV After the meal, I stepped out with my brother Stanley and narrated the whole incident to him. He was really interested in the story especially the part about the flower. He promised me that he will help any way he can. Then he asked me, “have you fallen for her?” Stanley’s POV I could cut the emotion in my brother’s words with a knife, I wanted to help him with that. I am looking forward to meeting this lady that he has fallen for. So I asked him whether he has fallen for her, “bro code” he replied.

Damon explained for the thousandth time. “Fuck Eve,” Stanley replied under his breath. “Louder?,” Damon asked turning towards his brother, his golden eyes darkening to a feral dark amber. “Nothing, I said nothing,” Stanley replied grudgingly. “Fuck Eve, fuck Helen and fuck everyone else who made you into this cold hearted asshole,” Stanley said in his head. For all he cared, Eve and Helen could go to hell. What his brother of little words never would admit was the fact that he still felt guilty at the death of Helen’s son and he would spend the rest of his life repaying for that guilt paying penance for a sin he didn’t even commit.

," the Mother Luna says as tall figures fill the doorway again. Tabitha's wide tear-filled eyes look past the guilty-looking woman and land on a weak Stanley standing in the doorway with his brothers on either side of him. She gasps loudly just as Marcie bursts into loud sobs. Stanley tries to move toward his emotional mother, but he stumbles. Daniel and Finley instantly lift him by his armpits so he doesn't have to walk. Stanley looks a little embarrassed, but his brain hasn't fully recovered so his legs and arms are a little delayed when he wants to move. His circulation is also something that hasn't fully recovered so his skin looks ashen and sickly instead of healthy and glowing like bef

I didn’t know a man could scream the way he did. It broke me, having to listen to him scream like that. I was hiding in the closet with my hand on my chest. My heart was racing so fast that it hurt to breathe. And now, every time I closed my eyes, it took me back to that particular day. I was running. Falling. Mud all over my legs. Blood dripping from my body. Running, falling, all on repeat. And then, Stanley’s body. My brother. My only real family. And I’d left him to die.

"P-please, let daddy fuck me." "Can't, baby. Daddy needs to pick your mom up at the hospital. Her shift is over," Stan said with a relieved sigh, still watching ropes coat her little hand. "Sorry baby, but you're doing great for daddy. Don't stop," he said and just like that, he was gone, leaving her alone with her devil brothers. Sally swallowed even though her throat was dry, petrified at being left to her brothers' devices.