Stanley X Fiddleford Novels & Stories

Fowler's vague smile, he smiled too in tacit understanding. After working in business all his life, Mr. Fowler could certainly see through his daughter's cheap tricks—he just did not want to expose her. Moreover, he actually liked Stan, and he was having this conversation with Stan since he hoped for him to get along with his daughter. What if they happened to be right for each other? "I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant, and that's all I am," Stan said. "I'm actually a farm boy who only got to where I am thanks to Mr. Jefferson's generosity."

Jayson's mother was worried. “Stanley!!” Cole yelled out as Stanley climbed down the stairs with a glass of wine in his hands. “Long time, no see.” Stanley said with a smirk, playing on his lips. He looked just how he was years ago. Just the little grey hairs that was making him look even more manly. Cole scowled at him in rage. “I was informed that the my mole I planted in your company already confessed that it was me. And am ready!” Stanley said and walked towards them.

Stanley said in a teasing voice, which made Xavier even more irritated. "Where were your illusions when I was calling you last night? You didn't even answer my calls. Now you are saying you have illusions for me? " Xavier's annoyance reached its peak. "I was in the operating theatre. That is why I couldn't take your call. And you should be happy. You usually spend the night with a girl every day. And that girl arranged many girls for you. All the girls that girl arranged for you were top-rated call girls. If your picture with them had appeared in the newspaper once, your honor would have gone to dust. I must admit that girl has guts. Her medicine worked on you, as you denied it when I asked

He crossed his legs elegantly and looked at Stanley and Felix as if he was watching a stand up comedy. Stanley took the paper and pen and shoved them into Felix's hand. "Mr. Xavier, you have to write this letter even if you're not willing to. Please do cooperate with me and let me complete my task well. Otherwise, we'll both have to suffer the consequences." Stanley was like an idiot in front of Jayden, but when it came to others, he would be so fierce that they would be afraid of him. However, Felix was not some innocent guy. He had brushed death twice, so there was nothing that could scare him anymore. He said, "If you want to give me a hard time, then just come at me. I'll lose if I actu

“Foolish man!” Meanwhile, Xyla had no idea about this. She genuinely thought that Stanley was free today. Beep, beep, beep— Right then, Stanley’s phone started ringing again. The screen displayed ‘Father’ as the incoming caller… Stanley immediately tapped the button to answer. He then put it in loudspeaker mode and placed it nearby. “Can I help you?” Stanley answered the phone as he grabbed food for Xyla. “What are you doing?” Wilson Batton asked. “I’m spending time with my wife…” Stanley said.

Haider inquired, his tone carrying a mixture of frustration and topic neglecting. Ian, attuned to Haider's unspoken demand, nodded solemnly. "Stanley is overseeing it personally," he replied, his voice low and respectful. The mention of Stanley, a trusted member of their inner circle, conveyed the significance of the task at hand. Haider acknowledged Ian's response with a nod, his gaze momentarily fixed on the breakfast spread before him. With a sense of purpose, he reached for a plate, delicately selecting his first choice of food. As he began to savor each bite, a quiet resolve settled upon him, giving him a momentary respite from the weight of his emotions.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

“Stanley, please come to my office.” Stanley Reyes, an old staff member whom Richard trusted very much, had now been hired by Harvard. He was the purchasing manager in Hill Nuclear Manufacturing Company. He walked up to Harvard. “Mr. Hill, may I know what I can help you with?” “Stanley, how’s the preparation for the purchase that I asked you to work on?” “It’s ongoing. I’ve checked the factories and made a list.” As he spoke, he put a list on Harvard’s table.

The man on the ground shook, his lips trembled as he struggled to meet Xavier’s eyes. “Just say the first words that comes to your head,” Xavier coaxed with mock gentleness and patience…he was about to slit the man’s throat if he doesn’t hear anything reasonable in the next ten seconds. Ten— “Boss!” Xavier’s eyes narrowed, and he turned around to look at the man who had interrupted his thoughts. It was Stanley. The man was as big as a building and ruthless when need be but yet he was the softest out of all of them, Xavier preferred the sucker to Monty though because at least he spoke more than three words in a day.

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?"