Stanley Hotel Stories Novels & Stories

Then, Stanley sighed and gestured towards the chair opposite him. "Relax," he said. "I have a story to tell you." Carlson arched a brow but obliged, settling more comfortably into the chair, his fingers still wrapped around his wine glass. "It is a story about love, betrayal, and choices," Stanley began, his voice steady but tinged with something Carlson couldn't quite place, bitterness, maybe. Carlson leaned back, intrigued but not showing it. Stanley's eyes turned distant as he swirled his wine. "Once upon a time, there was a man who fell in love with a woman. She was beautiful, charming, everything he ever wanted. He worked hard to build a life for them, to create a home, to make sure she

Seeing the anger come to the Alpha's face I snickered but looked away when I was turned to the entrance of the hotel. Putting his arm around my waist Stanley steered us to the counter of the shoddy hotel. I was starting at the taxidermy on the wall of the Hillside Hotel. The neon sign continued to blink the name giving Bates Motel vibes. “How original,” Nova chortled, hearing my thoughts. My lip curled at her. “Can I help you,” the clerk asked, coming out from a tiny room in the back. “A room for my wife and I,” Stanley asserted and I eyed him coldly.

‘If I ever get Stanley Williams, woman, on my bed, then I will let the whole country know that there is a man who beats Stanley Williams’ he said and Jennet understood his words. She was Stanley’s mistress, and Kimberly was his woman and legal wife. No matter what she does, she will never be respected. This man looks so highly of Kimberly and so lowly of her, this got her irritated but she had to control her anger when it came to this physio. ‘You want Kimberly Parker?’ she asked and he nodded. ‘She is in a hotel in San Idro right now, I could book an early flight for you’ she suggested and his eyes beamed with happiness.

Fred explained. “Alright.” Stanley replied without a second thought. Then, he lit a cigarette and even smoked by himself. The smoke lingered around the space. His cold eyes were slightly squinted, it was as if there was a deep icy pond beneath his eyes, nobody could read his mind. Fred totally did not expect all of these could happen so smoothly. At this moment, he was on cloud nine. He immediately accelerated his car and brought him straight to the Hilton Hotel in the city centre.

"There was wine on the table when you arrived." Something shifted in her expression. She controlled it quickly but not quickly enough. "There was wine," she said carefully. "He ordered it." "Did he drink it?" A pause. "I don't remember." "That's not an answer." "It's the one I have." Stanley looked at her for a long moment. She held his gaze. He could see the effort it cost her, but she held it. "Tell me exactly what happened in that hotel room," he said quietly. "All of it. From the moment you walked through the door." He let the silence sit for one beat. "Or you won't leave here alive."

"I know, I know. But I just wanted know why you guys are all queuing up here. I just want to get in on it too.” Stan hesitated for a few moments before sighing. "A non-profit organization decided to give some food out to homeless people,” he answered. "They're serving beans and bacon. Not so tasty, if you ask me." I frowned, confused. “You… you've tasted it?" "Yeah,” Stan snorted as he laughed. "This is my third run actually." He slapped his scrawny belly. "Have to save up for tomorrow, yer know.” I looked up at the start point of the line then down to the end. If I was to go down there, it would take me ages before I got any grub. And with people like Stan filling up the queue, I was sure t

"Do you want to hear an interesting story?" "I'm warning you, Velma. Stop this nonsense." His voice went dangerously cold and dangerous, yet the cunny woman just laughed. "What? Have you forgotten that steamy night we shared in a fancy hotel? Hey, Maxine or whoever you are, listen carefully. I could vividly remember how Stanley rasped in my ear; how he lick and flick his tongue and sucked my twin buds; the way he thrust his dick in my mouth until I gagged; how he fucked hard and then came groaning inside me. He took me on the couch, on the countertop, and of course to the bed. Surely, this man is a great lover and you don't have any idea how I missed his touch." She ran her tongue against he

the brothers both chorused and they shook hands for the last time before Stanley went out of the door. ***** STANLEY’S POV I stepped out of the rented limousine that brought me to the hotel and walked into the hotel’s lobby only to bump into a lady on a short white armless gown with jewel neck as she was walking out of the hotel. “I am sorry” she gasped and apologized while covering her mouth in surprise “It would be best if you watch where you are going. The floor is slippery you know” I remarked and I was shocked by her next statement “It wouldn’t be bad to slip into your arms” she smoothly responded with a wink and I was taken aback by her boldness.

He stormed into the hotel, clearly intending to confront Ted Following behind him, Lester urged, "Stanley, you're injured. Don't do anything rash. Keep your cool when you see him." "He coveted my woman and tried to steal her from me, even resorting to despicable means. How can I keep my cool? If I let him off, I wouldn’t be Stanley Stein," he replied, quickening his pace. As they entered the elevator, Stanley's voice was grim. "Which room?" "609," Lester answered. The elevator zipped upward, and despite its speed, each passing floor felt like an eternity to Stanley as he stared at the flashing numbers.

It was my fault and my clumsiness that made hot coffee spilled on him. With him gone, only Stanley and I remained in the room. The atmosphere was tense, and neither of us spoke. I just noticed that his eyes were fixed on me for a moment, staring nonstop at me before he shook his head, placed the documents he had with him on the boss's desk, and going to get a change of clothes from the inner room. Then I found out that he had a room in his office and I got a glimpse of the well-furnished room with a large bed like that of a hotel suite. Did he live here? I wondered. Stanley knocked on the door shortly before passing the shirt through the small opening, and after some time, he emerged from th