Stutter Stanley Novels & Stories

I gasped in pain and half-knelt on the ground. "I dare you to say one more word." As soon as Stanley finished speaking, several underlings nearby chimed in. "Seriously? You think you can just pop off in front of Stan when even Susanne wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole? You must have a death wish or something!" "I've never met a homewrecker with a delusion of grandeur before." The words had barely left their lips when Stanley suddenly pulled out his phone and opened his chat history with Susanne.

Rea told him, "Just keep your mouth shut and try not to talk." "Be mute—got it," Stan nodded, but leaned forward, "Your parents wouldn't be interested if I'm mute, huh?" Rea snorted coolly, meeting his eyes up close. "What? Are you really trying to get my parents to like you?" Stan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Nope. Just asking." Rea rolled her eyes. "And you're the first man I've ever lost to."

I’d known Teddy for a while now, but I’d never heard him make a speech that impassioned about anything other than the difference between C4 and TNT. “Took the words right out my mouth,” Stan said after a moment. “I got back into the life because I thought the life needed me. With this work, I’m happy to admit I need it. Right a few wrongs.” He smiled. “Make a few new ones so the balance never settles.” “I like that.” I grinned at my second. “I’ll keep an eye.” Lyle typed something into his own laptop. “Once you’re off house arrest.” I laughed until my chest ached, then shooed them out before Paige or Miranda could catch me out of bed.

I picked my phone and glanced at the message. “Is it them?” she asked, her fingers playing with her lip nervously. But I shook my head. “Just the new gallery I recently took on as a client. Will you relax, please? They’ll respond. You’re honestly worrying over nothing.” I set down Stanley and he immediately made his way into the living room. He was a bit of a Lego fiend these days, so he made a beeline for his ‘corner’ of the room full of bins of the brightly colored blocks. He promptly dumped one over and started scattering through them.

He mumbled quietly, "Don't let Stan make you feel any less. Don't let him run his trials and errors on you! Follow the light inside and you'll gain all the perspective you desire." His words sank deep and his eyes bored into my soul through my eyes. I watched him without saying a word. "It would be fair to describe Stan as anyone would describe a viper. Cunning. All quiet and unbothered but turns out to be one of the most vicious creatures in the world especially when cornered. It's never a smart thing to experience the bite." I noticed Stan and his team had come to the gathering until they made their presence felt was when we paid attention their way.

'Why would Stanley use the broadcasting room just to help rehabilitate a woman? "Oh right, don't you ever tie Stanley to that bitch, Nicole..." Before they could even finish, Stanley's gentle voice rang out across the loudspeakers in the school, with a slight electrical static. He then first briefly introduced himself. "Hello everyone, this is Stanley Riddle." Immediately after, two other voices came through the microphone. "I am Samuel Riddle." "I'm Spencer Riddle." When everyone heard Stanley's voice, all of them could not help but stop and listen. They did not expect the Riddle twins to show up as well. They were all famous figures in school!

The growl he gave next vibrated my soggy insides and this time I couldn't hold back the groan that came out without warning. Stanley swore and moved his lips in a movement that could kill me with pleasure. My elbows shook as he gripped my bottom and stood up, smacking me on the ass. "Sorry my sweet, I can't wait any longer." I pressed my lips together and looked over my shoulder again. My hair blocked out most of the view, but I could wait for what was to come. And I was really looking forward to it.

Jennifer had always been easy to manipulate when she was emotional, but lately, she was quiet in a way that felt… watchful. That was when I noticed Stanley. He had been acting strangely all morning, retreating to corners, lowering his voice during calls, and stepping outside whenever his phone rang. Stanley was careless by nature. He enjoyed being loud, dramatic, and reckless. This silence didn’t suit him. Which meant trouble. I stopped pacing and leaned against the hallway wall, pretending to scroll through my phone while watching him from the corner of my eye. He sat at the dining table, one elbow braced, phone pressed to his ear, his face tight with concentration.

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