Stanley Yelnats Zero Novels & Stories

After Mina hung up, Nathaniel hid his smartwatch. He already knew that "Stanley" was weird. Now, it felt like something was off about him. But Nathaniel had no way to find more information about him at all. Who exactly was "Stanley Morgan"? Nathaniel couldn't come up with any explanations. He could only give in. He believed that one day, he'd definitely be able to find out why "Stanley" approached Yuna. Nathaniel walked out of the room. At the same time, Spencer was making his way over. "Were you hiding in your room and reading again?"

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

My mother's so-called defilement has always been a bone down my throat. I reluctantly asked. “What consort?” “The boy,” another councilman interrupted. “Stanley Moreau. Isn't he your betrothed? So by law he is the bratva heir and is to lead beside you. You flaunt him already. Very well. Bring him before us.” My fingers curled against the desk, knuckles turning white. Stanley was just a normal student. He knew nothing about the mafia world, I hadn't even summoned the courage to tell him who I was and now they wanted him.

The man that had come to invite Nate to his table had scurried off the minute Spade showed up, Nate's eyes swept through his body, he was putting on a deep navy blue suit, white buttoned up shirt inside, no tie, the first button on his shirt was undone and Nate could see the few chest hair peeking out, and the shimmering necklace he had on. Nate's eyes moved up until they stopped on the hard, emotionless, grey eyes, he swallowed as he watched Spade stare at him, his skin was burning as if Spade's eyes were laser beams and they would cut through to him any second

Zack could immediately be seen leading a group of black-clothed men as they stood respectfully in front of Stanley, bowing. Zack opened a car door for Stanley, who gave him an indifferent glance before gracefully getting in. Leaning against the soft genuine black leather backrest, he folded his legs and flipped through ‘Foundation in Medicine’. Zack quickly got in. Upon seeing the book in Stanley’s hands, Zack’s gaze was filled with confusion. “Fifth Master, why are you reading that?” “Someone told me to read it properly,” replied Stanley. His expression remained indifferent. Zack looked curious. “Was it the Young Mistress?”

Jessica looked at Stanley with a hurt expression, her eyes filled with unshed tears, silently hoping he would comfort her. Yet, Stanley's face remained impassive. Without any warmth, he asked, "How did Wendy's father really die? Which one of you in the Crone family is the murderer?" Edith and Lilian both fell silent, their expressions grim. Stanley didn't say anything more. Zayn pulled up in a sleek Rolls-Royce. Stanley got into the car and drove away.

Stanley enjoyed the crisp December air crawling into his lungs. Stanley’s body vigorous, he stood six foot tall with an ache in his vertebra. Intensity to scream out, but rubbed the poorer part of his back Stanley hauled his one hundred and seventy pounds down the pavement. At twenty-seven-years-old with short blonde hair spiked up in the top, Stanley’s blue eyes appeared beady. He self-consciously rubbed the long-present scar on the cheek’s left side with his right fist. Then he scratched the mysterious itch in the dimpled of his chin. Stanley’s walk resembled a rigid, military stride. People claimed he mirrored a Russian man and had the heart of steel. The closer Stanley got to home, he

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

Smiling. Lucas whispered, “Mommy…” “I see her.” The girl looked directly at him. “COME.” Elena stepped forward. “No.” The girl's smile disappeared. “YOU ARE NOT THE CANDIDATE.” “I don't care.” “THE CHILD WAS SUMMONED.” “He's staying with me.” Architect Zero remained on one knee. Elena turned toward him. “Get up.” He didn't move. “Zero.” Nothing. She grabbed his shoulder. “Get up!”

Stan says as he takes on the task of tracking my mate. I sit there feeling useless. I needed to get out there and start looking myself. Elizabeth was alone and defenceless. As I stand to go out, Stan stops me, “We need something of Elizabeth’s,” he says quietly. I look at him confused, “What?”. “The trackers do not know Elizabeth’s scent. They need something to start with,” he replies quietly.