Stewie Family Guy Novels & Stories

Stacey introduced her new boyfriend to the whole family. And of course, everyone was happy to see her new boyfriend. Gwendolyn, who was disappointed in Stacey for running away, didn't look so disappointed in her granddaughter now, after seeing the handsome man she had brought home. He looked stinking rich, and she was sure he could help her family rise to greatness. Gwendolyn, and Victoria sat opposite Garfield, while Garfield and Stacey sat on the same sofa.

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

Stevan said. Stevan then sighed. “His parents died 3 years ago in a plane crash. I’m the only family he has left. I love him much like my own son. I wish Calista can be his wife, so he won’t be lonely and will live happily.” “Me too. I truly hope they will get married soon,” Calista’s dad said with happiness in his eyes. “Okay, then. See you at dinner,” Stevan said. “Hm, see you there,” Calista’s dad replied and turned off his cell phone. ******

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

Terry watched as I was lost in a food coma. He shifted his gaze to Tyson, who was occupied with his portion of potatoes. The smile on his face widened until a chuckle escaped his lips. The whole scene was bizarre yet oddly fitting. The main course of the elite family’s dinner was a rustic stew. A wealthy tycoon and his son’s sack-hauling online girlfriend, seated at a table as distant as a galaxy, were absorbed in the rich aroma of beef and potato stew. Not only did this wealthy family do things their own way, but their taste buds were as grounded as could be.

Hawkins poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down again, this time with a more serious look in his eyes. He turned to Steve. “Son, can I ask you something?” Steve looked up. “Of course dad, what is it?” Mr. Hawkins placed his cup on the table, folded his hands together, and looked straight at Steve. “Where were you for all that time?” Steve looked down for a moment, as if searching for the right words. He picked up his own cup but didn’t drink from it. “There was something that happened at Gabste,” he said quietly. “Nothing too serious, just work stuff. Things got a bit messy and I didn’t want to worry anyone.”

“The doctor confirmed my wife is four weeks pregnant. In eight months, a new family member will come to this mansion.” That's what Steen said in front of Stefan and Kate, and the one who looked the happiest was Stefan. It was to be expected since the old man did want to have a grandson soon, and that was why Vivian wasn't even surprised when the man showed a big smile on his face. Stefan rarely smiled, but he could show a big smile on his face after hearing the so-called good news, and Vivian could only lower her head in embarrassment. She couldn't imagine how Stefan would react when he finally found out that the child in her belly wasn't Steen's.

As they head towards the place, Tyler is busy looking around the place, the mansion is really expensive, the difference between his friends and them is that he's friends invested in a hotel to accommodate them and also fund their friendship savings, but these guys build a mansion, maybe finding the funding stuff a trifling matter that one of them can just do if need to be. After climbing the stairs, they approached a double door and Tyler can hear moans and groans coming for that door, the jock that was leading him grinned "I'm Brian by the way" he said before opening the door and stepping in, he didn't bother to close it because he has locked the entrance door after Tyler came in because th

Celine had the same reaction. "I am Stefen." "Stefen?" Tyler repeated his movement and again looked at his wife and back to Stefen in confusion. "Yeah... Stefen Wills. William Wills and Fiona Wills's son." Stefen spoke spreading his arms presenting himself. Both the comfortably seated couples eyes widened. Tyler stood up follow by his wife and checked out Stefen from head to toe. Their wide eyes then sparkled and smile crept in both their lips. "Stefen, heeeeey," Tyler opened his arm to hug him and Stefen contentedly accepted. He patted Stefen's back and let him go. Celine also hugged Stefen and rubbed his back like a mother.

If I remember correctly, Stewart's office should be somewhere around here. "Ohhh, Stewie!" I call out. "Where you at?" I crash through each room to knock shit around. I play baseball with a set of crystal wine glasses in Stewart's wet bar and toss his desk drawer contents around like it's New Year's confetti. "Fuck with me once, shame on you. Fuck with me twice, you're a dead man." We gave them everything. Money. Cars. Connections. Prestige. In return, he got my father killed.