Stewie Family Guy Novels & Stories

"Can you tell me a little bit more about what's been going on? How did you find out that you've been defrauded of your inheritance? And why do you suspect that your father was murdered?" Stewie clears his throat and begins to speak. "Our father always talked about how he was going to leave us everything he had. He was a successful businessman, and he made a lot of money. But after he died, we found out that he had changed his will. He left everything to his new wife, who we've never even met before. And the worst part is that she's already spent most of the money." I nod my head, taking notes as Stewie speaks. "And what about the suspicions of murder?" I ask.

Oakes had been a butler for many years now, but he had never seen someone purposely try to pick a fight at the worst possible time. “Why would you laugh at me? Stewart Industries is still standing, and the Stewarts are as powerful as ever. If we stomp our feet, S City will tremble on cue.” Haydn only laughed at him even more sardonically. “Yeah, yeah, the Stewarts are still up there, you’re still in charge. Forget stomping your feet, you can probably make S City shake with just a sneeze.” He curved his lips boldly. “But you, Sean Stewart, you can’t even keep your wife in place! Hahaha, just let me laugh for a bit. Young Master Stewart, bringer of storms, supreme ruler of the city, can’t even

No more on my campus. In fact, he himself did not feel sorry for me either. So, why should I feel sorry for that annoying guy? It doesn't really matter. "Ah, interesting. Mama and Papa want to go to Rumi's room first. We'll come here again later." "Yes, Mom." I nodded my head. For a few minutes, Bang Fino and I chatted, I looked around. Usually this afternoon, Mas Guntur should have come home, angry because I only gave him a side dish of tofu and tempeh.

I hoped that our family trip would be the perfect opportunity for us to reconnect, but now I wasn't so sure. I knew that I had to talk to my mom about everything that was happening. Maybe she could shed some light on the situation and help me understand what was going on with Derek. But for now, I couldn't help but feel like something was off - and I wasn't sure how to fix it. * * * * Later in the afternoon, I and the Diamond family were all gathered together at the hotel's outdoor pool. The sun was shining, and the water was a sparkling blue. Step dad announced that he planned to go hiking with my mom, but given her condition, he would drive her around town visiting old friends and catching

“I did. I bought the tickets Thursday when I went into town to pick up the dog so Juliet wouldn’t know.” Stew grins at me, taking his Louisville Slugger from the boy when it’s brought to him, and standing, stretches his shoulders using it. “I’m jealous. I really am. I’d love to take Alice someplace for a late honeymoon, but we’d never find someone crazy enough to watch the kids.” From the bench, Walt Schieble, the township’s postmaster snorts, “Stew, last thing you need’s another honeymoon. That woman of yours is already always pregnant. How many are you up to now? Thirty kids? Thirty five?”

And come when you & Anna are not busy'' ''Take care, dear'' Steve has no one else but his mother, his father passed away while they were in Wisster City. Steve's Mom & Dad are immigrants and they lived in Wisster City before Steve was born, Steve was born and raised in Wisster City. Steve met Jasmine when they were in high school, then they married young when they both graduated from high school. Jasmine Stewart has no family, she grew up in an orphanage in Wisster City. Jasmine is an independent woman, she has worked part-time while still in high school. When married to Steve, Jasmine and Steve lived at Steve's parents' house. Both Steve's parents, no one objected when Steve & Jasmine staye

Fiona's POV Phoebe took a step closer, her voice low and serious. “Mom, YOUR HUSBAND has been using company funds to build an empire for his other family. He has a child with another woman, and he’s been moving money out of the company to support them.” I stared at her for a brief moment before I burst out laughing. “This has got to be the biggest joke of the century, right?” But Phoebe just stared at me, looking dead serious. Wait….did she actually mean what she just said? Stevenson had…. a child?

"Is this Lorraine Cooper? We need you to come down to the station immediately. A poisoning report has been filed regarding your household." I immediately rushed to the police station, where I was questioned by Officer Lowe. "I'd like to know how many people live in your household and also where you were and what you were doing an hour ago, Ms. Cooper." I replied truthfully, "There are four of us, including my grandmother, since Dad passed away just yesterday. Mom refused to pay for my university tuition fees, so I've been working a summer part-time job. What exactly happened here, Officer Lowe?" "Oh, you poor thing," Officer Lowe said, probably having seen yesterday's news.

He walked abit further away from them, "listen, you asshole! Fuck with me all you want, but leave my family out of this. Do you know who I am?" “Officer Gregory Stoltz, you are living off an annual wage of one hundred and twenty thousand. You have two siblings, Stacy, thirty-three, and Raymond, thirty-five. Your father passed away last year, and you have two kids and a beautiful blonde wife wearing a red nightgown right now.” "You asshole." Gregory looked at his phone, "who are you?" "That gentleman and his sister, you will let them go their way and clear all evidence if you want to see your family tomorrow."

It wasn't until I broke away, breathless, that it occurred to me that we had an audience. Carson cleared his throat. "I'm sure your parents would love grandchildren, but I doubt they want to see them conceived." It was a comment I'd expect from Ethan, not Carson. And while it shouldn't have been funny, it was. Ethan lobbed a piece of a leftover roll at Jude. "We all know you love her, but seeing you make out with your sister is a little gross, dude." And the second Jude went to open his mouth, we all chimed in with the response he'd given for years. "She's not my sister." It sounded like a well-rehearsed chorus.