Stanley Yelnats Zero Novels & Stories

The older woman snaps at me, but I can’t seem to breathe right, not as my boss, Stanley, stumbles over himself to get to Zefiro. Is this it? His revenge? Will I get fired? Somehow, I doubt it. Zefiro might be petty, but getting me fired wouldn’t even fit into his books in terms of cruelty. “Sorry,” I whisper softly, reaching for another absentmindedly as Stanley takes Zefiro’s hand, bowing his head low as he shakes him with a toothy grin that’s as weird as me wearing a grey sweater in the summer. Stanley never smiles. “What do you think he wants?” Lilian whispers, twirling her braid around her finger and making a face at a kid who yells at her because she’s forgotten his cupcakes.

He said. “Don’t worry about that at all Mr.Stone. You will get your lunch here.” I said and left his cabin. After entering the canteen I called the office boy and said, “You need to take lunch every day for Mr.Stone to his cabin.” The boy gulped and said, “But to Mr.Stone’s cabin? What if he kills me?” “What?” I asked, laughing. “Yeah, don’t you know that many office boys left the job in fear of Mr.Stone? So, from one year all decided not to let any of them enter our floor.” Rani said.

*I'm ready to leave. His reply came back in under a minute. *Say the word and I'll have a car there within the hour. Are you safe right now?* *Yes. I just need to be gone before they're back.* *Then get your things. I'll meet you halfway.* An hour later, a black SUV pulled up to the estate. I paused at the door, one hand on the frame. Let them think I burned with it. Let them wonder if I made it out—or if the guilt finally swallowed me whole. Either way, Veronica Stanton would be dead by morning.

Yosef admitted. Ophite's eyes narrowed. "Who? Stanley? What are you planning? You can't just do anything you want. He's the fourth son of the Schmidt family from Westwood, after all." Yosef's lips twisted into a sarcastic smile. ... The next morning, Stanley had bad news for Zara. Something had gone wrong at the Starville lab, and he had to go back immediately. The project was kicking off that day, and the tech team was starting to collect data. Zara could not go with him.

The other three drifted downward, settling on Eliana’s forehead. "Target confirmed. Asset Zero is cornered," a voice echoed down the tunnel. It was sharp, disciplined, and entirely devoid of the panicked hatred that had fueled the civilian mobs above. This was the cold, mechanical precision of General Nyosi’s regular army. "No viable exit routes. We have him boxed in." Baraka tried to stand, to place himself entirely between the rifles and the scientist, but his legs refused to obey.

the one" just walk down the aisle towards some other man and not you, are you?" I thought about it, "no," I shook my head, "no, I won't," I chuckled, looking at Stanley as he held a big grin on his face, "the game isn't over yet-" "It hasn't even begun, if you ask me," Stanley shrugged as he walked towards me and tossed a cigarette my way, "it only begins the second you walk out of here, and you think of what you're going to do, to make sure that Zara Johnson is yours," Stanley completed as he held up a lighter to my cigarette that I had placed in between my lips.

Neither of us spoke on the drive. The car stopped outside an abandoned Bellandi warehouse near the river. There were no guests here, no cameras, no reporters, and no one who would interfere. Dante got out first and opened my door, but he did not touch me again. When I stayed seated, he leaned down, his face colder than the river behind him. “Get out, Isabella.” I stepped out. “If you want to die,” he said, voice low and furious, “don’t do it at Adrian’s wedding.”

Even Nelly was beginning to get anxious. The guard moved quickly and returned with a laptop in no time. “Hand it over.” Stanley grabbed the laptop as well as the “miniature camera.” Both Sandra and Lena were scared sh*tless at this moment, not to mention Nelly. Simultaneously, Stanley was inspecting the miniature camera with his brows deeply knitted in concentration…

I will not make with you the same mistake I made with Cassandra Blake. Well, damn it, she had promised to go on this date with Stanley. She was supposed to give him an answer. SOME DAYS AGO Under the moonlight, Zee and Stanley sat on the hood of a car in the backyard of an apartment. They lit cigarettes in their hands from which they sucked the smoke into their mouths and expelled it from same, some of the smoke escaping through their nostrils. Zee’s truck was parked right beside the car they were sitting on. Stanley was about twenty–two, skinny and of average height, his hair, dyed to a red color. Rock music was blaring on low key inside the car and they were smiling at each other, his earr

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me