Stanley Hotel Stories Novels & Stories

She then noticed the bag had been opened and badly taped shut again. Zara bit her lip, looked up at Stanley, and knew he had seen the medicine. Stanley still looked kind and just asked, "Have you had dinner yet?" "I've already eaten. The hotel took care of it." "Alright. If there's nothing else, get some sleep. We pushed hard today to stay on track, and you're probably worn out." Zara's feelings were a bundle of mess. "You should get some rest too." Stanley gave a small smile, nodded, and headed back to his room.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

The sound of rushing water echoed from inside as he began his cold shower. Wendy stood there, confused. "Stanley, what are you doing? It's early in the morning! Your back injury can't get wet. Didn't you hear me?" Stanley didn't respond. Wendy sighed, wondering why he was acting so strange. She decided to forget the matter and let him do what he wanted. - Later that evening, at the 1996 Bar. Stanley found Benny in one of the luxurious booths. "Where's the stuff I asked for?"

He stated as we walk through the familiar alley. "Ahh!" I screamed when a homeless man grabbed my leg. "Let me go." "Can you please give me some cash?" He begged. "No! Let's go." We walked out of the alley and just focused on shopping. I smiled at Stanley when I arrived at the tarmac while he was waiting for me in front of his private plane. Stanley is a hunk and was a really good looking guy. He was married once which ended up in a nasty divorce so now he just hooks up with young gold diggers like me. The moment I was standing next to him he captured my lips for a passionate kiss.

A blind lady walking is weird already, now having a drunk blind lady is ludicrous. There was an awful smell when we got out of the plane. The familiar smell of not being welcome. We walked out of the airport down to Stanley Hotels. It’s one of the hotels that are run by werewolves around the world. If you don’t want to be noticed, that is the right place to go. “Where are you coming from, Sir?” The attendants asked.

“Stanley, drop us off at my house and go back to the office. If anyone asks, tell them your boss had an appointment out of the office.” As soon as we get to his house, he drags me off to his bar and pours me a drink. It's heavy and for a minute, I don't have to think about a thing. We keep drinking for hours, trading stories and laughing our asses off. I wake up at night with a hangover and a strong urge to puke. Stanley is dropping off my laptop and a change of clothes. There's been no new calls or texts. I groan, cradling my head. “You stopped by the house?”

“How did you know I was here?” He smiled, “I figured you wouldn't go that far. I just checked all the hotels within a five-mile radius till I found the right one.” My eyes widened. Stanley was always so dedicated indeed. “Wow…” I said. Stanley hesitated. Then said quietly: "He’s making a mistake." I picked up the box. "Yeah. But it’s his to make." Stanley’s eyes were sad. "Where will you go?" "I don’t know yet."

Damn, why do I feel this way towards her of all the women, she is really the one I chose to love even though it was very complicated from the beginning! "Fuck, you're late!" Stan shouted at me when I entered our friends' room. Zaki owns the hotel, he's my brother, so I'm free here, we Stygians have his own room here, including Cami. "Sorry I enjoyed the bathroom," I lied. "For sure, you got a lot out!" Stan laughed. "Haha, sira! I think it's your morning and we'll talk at 7 pm," I said, flopping down on the chair.

I ripped it apart and greedily ate the contents inside. I heard a sudden gasp from Kelly and a low groan, "Stanley," Elijah said and I raised my head to finally see the man who I was now taking as a friend, cautiously though. Stanley was standing at the doorway of the hotel room, leaning against the doorframe as he gave us an easy going smile, "good morning," he greeted kindly as if nothing was wrong but my eyes were as wide as saucers. It wasn't because Stanley was only wearing speedos and a grandpa tank top, but it was the bloody thigh where a bullet wound lay, "I think I need to go to the hospital."

I was still stuck in the room cleaning around until he eventually came walking back in with some guy. I quickly got my things and left the room without Dominic telling me. He closed the door right behind me the second I left. I could hear them greeting each other and ruffling through papers. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Stanley said as he walked into the house. I sighed and pretended to be cleaning around the area so that I would be close enough to hear what was going on, but they started to speak in a hushed tone. “Give Mr. Hall his privacy,” he said.