Stanley Tucci Novels & Stories

Jessica's POV I’m just coming out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around me, when I hear Stanley’s voice echo from the study. He’s on the phone. At first, I don't pay attention,he's always on one call or another, especially since the elections heated up. But then I hear him say it. “…Yes. She’ll be discharged today. She said she’s tired of eating from tins and cans.” My heart stops mid-beat. Who’s "she"?

A stunning young woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile followed closely behind him. “Tasha,” Stanley began, his tone unusually formal, “I’d like you to meet Rebecca, my fiancée.” Tasha blinked, her teacup halting midair. For a moment, the room was silent as she processed his words. Rebecca stepped forward, extending her hand with a bright smile. “It’s such an honor to meet you, Tasha. Stanley has told me so much about you.” Tasha recovered quickly, setting her cup down and shaking Rebecca’s hand. “Rebecca, it’s nice to finally meet you. Stanley’s been keeping you a secret,” she said, glancing teasingly at him.

She sat down and put her work in order ready for her presentation when Chase Hudson said "Mr Stanley, you should give us your presentation first" Stanley swallowed hard and stood up. His papers were not properly attached together and they kept falling off. He bent down to pick them and hit his nose against the large conference desk. It pained Stanley and he tried to act strong and be a man. But the nose had gone red. When he stood upright, its reddishness caused everyone to laugh quietly except Jace Hudson. His facial expression didn't change. He remained with his poker face and watched. How can a man be so clumsy and unorganised?

“Let’s see who the real culprit is.” Across the distance, Luca looked straight at me. A faint smile curled at the corner of my lips, barely there... but satisfying as I watched real terror flicker in his eyes while he fought to keep his face calm. "Whoever laughs last laughs best, you bastard. Checkmate... Luca Miller."

However, at the same time, she was bothering Stanley. "There's no need to thank me. I was passing by," Stanley said calmly. "I have nothing scheduled today and I'll be staying at home all day. If you need anything, feel free to come find me." Tia bit her lip in hesitation but agreed. "Alright. Thank you, Mr. Stanley." Stanley discreetly sighed and departed. He had repeatedly told Tia to drop the formality, but she never listened. Hearing her call him "Mr." always made him feel awkward, yet she remained resistant to change.

David asked. “The big boss’ name is Clinton Zimmerman, one of the three founders of SCC, the strongest and the one with the most prestige.” Bill then slowly explained Clinton’s intentions to David. To put it simply, Clinton needed a favor from David, but what that favor was and when he needed that favor was yet to be decided, but it was estimated to be in six months’ time. Clinton used to be friends with Stan from T Faction and they both grew up together. They were both prominent figures in the circle and were just like brothers. They established T Faction together and were both at the center of attention.