Stanley X Fiddleford Novels & Stories

Inside his office, Xavier sat on a sofa playing with the silver pen knife in his hand. His eyes were blood tasty and cold. "Boss, here he is. " Tony said, kicking Stanley, who was caught trying to escape on a boat, to his knee. " Hello big brother, long time no see " Stanley said nervously. Immediately, he spotted Xavier's cold face. " Indeed, it has really been a long time, " Xavier replied nonchalantly, standing up with the pen knife, reflecting his coldness, which got Stanley trembling.

"I'll let him tell you who the culprit was!" Tiffany froze. She had just noticed Stanley had come back to life. She was insistent as she yelled, "No way. My father was dead. No way he's alive again!" "Why can't I be alive?" Stanley abruptly spoke up in a low, hoarse voice. Chad had just extracted a needle from Stanley's body. His health had improved. Stanley's voice became louder after the second needle was removed. "I guess you did not want others to find out you conspired with outsiders to murder me!"

I say. Stanley's head jerks back towards me, "I like you too, Frida." I can't help but smile, my heart racing. "Yes. And I want to be there for you through whatever you're going through." Stanley takes a deep breath, his eyes softening. "Okay, I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone else, okay?" "I promise," I say, already feeling my curiosity piquing. Stanley takes my hand, leading me to a nearby bench. He sits down, his eyes downcast. "Molly was my girlfriend," he says softly. "We were together for a year, and I thought she was the one. But then...she died."

Yosef asked, sounding doubtful. He wasn't just questioning Stanley's skills. He was wondering if Stanley might lie to protect Zara. "My older brother is a well-known doctor, Seth Schmidt. You might have heard of him, Mr. Webb," Stanley explained calmly. "He taught me a few medical assessment techniques, and he said I have a knack for it. I never pursued a medical career, but I learned enough to make basic health assessments. I can detect signs of past pregnancies or miscarriages." Yosef glanced at Stanley's arm around Zara. His face was unreadable, and he stayed quiet.

Wilbur sneered coldly while he whipped the man. He felt great inside. He could not believe that the man was Stanley Lowes. Stanley was the director of Cape Consortium back then. He bumped into him, but he acted arrogantly. He was scolded by Faye, and he was transferred back to the headquarters for his punishment. However, Stanley clearly had no remorse. Wilbur could not believe that he conspired with Seechertown gangster, Lightning Hank, to kill him.

"I… Surely you jest, Elder Fango." Stanley did a double take before quickly bowing his head. "My conscience is absolutely clear. There's no way I'd be afraid." Despite what he said, there was a spark of rage in his eyes—the stinking geezer was just such a hard-ass! Stanley had presumed that Elder Fango was on his side when he gave him Frank's antidote, only for Elder Fango to blindside him when it mattered! He was just so… volatile! "Hah! Your conscience is clear?"

"What's your name?" "Stanley." "Can I call you Stan?" Stanley hesitated. "If you'd like." "What do you do for a living?" "I run a company." "I see. Why aren't you married yet? What kind of girl do you like?" Looking at Fiona's eager expression, Stanley couldn't help but smile. "I like a warm-hearted girl, someone who listens and is always willing to help. You helped me get into the village, and that makes you exactly the kind of girl I like."

During a sudden lull in the music, I could hear some of the chatter around. "Stanley is well-known for being a textbook workaholic, a complete bore. What is he even doing here? Talk about a total buzzkill." "Of course, he's here to stake his claim, except Alissa isn't even showing him any respect." I wasn't looking too pleased. Rhys let out a chuckle and asked, "Mr. Fisher, shall I teach you how to shake the dice cup like a pro?" I ignored him. I simply mimicked everyone else and gave the cup a few shakes before placing it down gently.

Nicole watched as the usually calm and composed Stanley became confused. "Of course you can. You can do it in our family's company. Stanley, you're the president of the student council. Has your brain gone haywire after the break?" Stanley's eyes widened immediately, "You're allowing to be an intern at the company?" Before this, only Sean was allowed to be an intern at the company by Mr. Riddle Sr. Even Daniel was an insignificant shareholder, and thus, Stanley had never imagined that he would be able to work at the Riddle family's company.

Neville knew that without a serious concession, this wouldn't end well. The Xanthos family was not a force he could contend with, and Michael even less so. Neville stood up, walked over to Stanley, and viciously kicked his son below the waist. This thing down there was only trouble anyway—better to get rid of it! Stanley managed to clamp his legs together just in time, but Neville followed with a second kick. This time, he hit his target, and Stanley let out a sharp, agonizing scream. Neville returned to Michael Xanthos and said, "Mr. Xanthos, he's no longer a man. Is that enough?"