Stanley Tucci Novels & Stories

He said with a smirk. When I didn't say anything, he smiled shaking his head. "To start with Richard Stanford is a billionaire businessman dealing in shipping and cargo services. S&S that is Stanford and Stanford has the capability of reaching the most remote place on earth. And in the human world, he is called the most eligible Bachelor." He was typing something on his iPad while giving me information. "Check this out" he said passing me the iPad. It was a magazine article that was dated yesterday. His photograph was on the front as he was holding a beautiful lady in his arms, both looking at each other with love.

“Exerton Consulting, Klaus Zimmerman’s office.” “Hey, Lily,” a familiar voice said. Stanley, the front desk concierge/guard. One of my favorite people at Exerton. Huge black guy, looks like he could benchpress a station wagon, but sweet as a teddy bear. “Hey, Stanley,” I answered warmly. “Mr. Zimmerman there?” Stanley had had plenty of joyful run-ins with my boss through the years. He’d taken to using my ‘Herr Klaus’ nickname, too, but obviously he was worried about being overheard.

Facing Stan without hesitation, she said, "Since Mr. Castillo is toasting Mr. Elysian, as his proxy, I shall drink three glasses." Stan, initially dissatisfied with the interruption, started to see Candice in a new light. Candice downed all three glasses quickly, placing them back on the table with a slight flush on her cheeks. Her alcohol tolerance was low, yet she boldly faced Stan and poured another glass, declaring, "This one is my toast to Mr. Castillo." He acknowledged her gesture but did not accept the drink. Stan observed Candice curiously, questioning, "You're Mr. Elysian's secretary, right? What do you have to do with me?"

I enjoyed just having her there at my every beck and call, I enjoyed knowing that I took up her weekends when I wanted to and I guess I forgot to consider that she had a life. "Well, that's the thing, Lucas," Stanley shook his head, putting out the cigarette in his hand, "there's nothing on this man. He's squeaky clean. The motherfucker hasn't ever smoked weed, no underage drinking, he's literally been a good guy all of his life. He has good credit, pays all of his debts and bills, does his job perfectly and with no complaints, and he's madly in love with Zara Johnson."

"Don't worry, hon. I was just teasing Quinn. We all know she's not a super slut like I am." "Chill, Zelda. Nate didn't mean anything. And Nate, Zelda was just being sarcastic. Christ, what's wrong with everyone today?" Tuck scowled at all of us. "I'm the surly one, remember? I'm the only guy entitled to be pissy and moody here, watching a football game. From my fucking wheelchair. Taylor's a gifted player, sure, but he doesn't have the moves I did. And Matt Lampert's wasting the chance I'd kill to have. So if I'm not sitting here moaning and bitching, the rest of you sure as hell shouldn't be. Got it?"

One man scorned. "Which men? The ugly men you sent to kill Catherine? Yes, it was me. So, you found their bodies huh?" I chuckled. "So it was you who killed my cousin!" An angry voice echoed inside the warehouse. I turned my gaze towards the owner of the voice. It's Ram Tucky, my classmate from high school. The heir to the well-known Tucky clan, son of the Tucky Corporation owner. He didn't recognize me. No wonder, he's always been mentally slow. They've got lots of money yet seem to fail in providing nutritious food to sharpen his brain. By the way, his arrival only proved that Tucky's are involved in Catherine's matter. They're part of Zubah's Syndicate. Who is Zubah anyway?

The man called stanley carefully took a seat, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his lab coat. "Sir You asked to see me?" "I did. Alice informed me that you have been trying to reach me. Is there a problem?" Rick asked, his eyes boring into stanley's. "Not really Sir," Stanley began. He used his index finger to push his sliding spectacles back up his nose. "It's just the new product" "What about it Stanley?"

Stanley asked Lucas. Lucas thought of strolling around town since he had arrived at such a luxurious base city. "You guys go ahead, don't worry about me," said Lucas. Stanley nodded. "Senior, I'm a lecturer at Sky Blue Academy. You're always welcome to visit Sky Blue Academy."

Stanley's fingers clenched around the white pill as he smirked. "Hmph. You have three days, Frank Lawrence! You should thank Elder Fango for his generosity!" Frank was left scowling as he stared at the pill. However, seeing that Tidus Simmons and Scarface Tucker were ready for a fight, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the black pill that Elder Fango passed him. "Hehe…" Stanley almost laughed out loud as he looked on—Frank could not blame him now, not when he had chosen to end himself!

They were not afraid to offend people like Stanley. Stanley's mouth twitched. "Hey man, that's nonsense. I'm not a playboy. You guys must have misunderstood something. Although I always have a beautiful woman with me, that was just for entertainment purposes for the growth of the company. I'm actually a humble gentleman."