Stutter Stanley Novels & Stories

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Jayden added, "Since it's her, then I want you to do a thorough check on her and see what she has done behind our backs over the years." "Got it, Master Jayden!" Stanley answered in a sonorous voice. However, he started stammering, "Master Jayden... I've really misunderstood Mrs. Kyle. I want to apologize to her!" Jayden said lightly, "Why are you telling me if she's the one you want to apologize to?" "After I'm done with Dr. Thames' matter, I'll go apologize to Mrs. Kyle in person." Thinking of his recklessness and the things he had done, Stanley felt immensely ashamed.

Stanley's smile froze mid-expression, turning his face into a mask of weariness that seemed to age him ten years in an instant. His hands clung tightly to his clothes, as if he could hold himself together with sheer will. He didn't dare look at the people around us, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Come home with me!" he finally blurted out, cutting me off just as I opened my mouth to speak again. His voice trembled with restrained anger.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

We enter an office, and he closes the door behind us, motioning for me to take a seat across from his elegant desk. “How old are you?” “Uh, 21. What’s your name, so I know what to call you?” My question comes out quietly as little anxious flutters swarm inside my stomach. My leg starts to bounce uncontrollably as he looks me over, giving me an intimidating look. “They call me Stacks around here. What can I call you?” I'm aware that I shouldn't use my real name with him, but the dense fog that is swirling around in my head prevents me from thinking clearly. I make myself look like a fucking fool by going completely blank and just staring at him.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

“Julian, for the last time I have work. You know, that thing people do to afford food?” “Pretty please." “No." “But what if your soulmate’s there?” “Then God’s got a weird sense of humor.” He laughed. “Okay, okay, what if I promise, no pressure. No party games, no people dragging you into dance battles. You just show up, eat some cake, judge everyone, and leave.” “You say that now. Then someone’s gonna hand me a red cup and start yelling ‘CHUG CHUG CHUG’” “Stanley, you're the only man I know who reads 18th-century poetry for fun. You need this.”

“I was wondering what that awful smell was. Now I see it’s just a piece of trash who has run her mouth.” Seeing the noble and aloof Bella, the group timidly fell silent. One of the girls wanted to explain, but she was too frightened to utter a word. The server then spoke with a smile. “Mr. Moore has been granted top-tier membership today. His meal is complimentary. The ‘issue’ of him not affording the bill, as you suggested, will not occur.”

I raised an eyebrow, annoyed by his words. Rumi rubbed my back. Don't let my anger explode here and make a scene. This is not much, there are still many surprises that we will make. "Ouch, you better not be here. Sana, I don't like someone who makes a mistake but doesn't seem to have made that mistake." I said slowly, but sharply. Bang Fino also tried to calm me down. No, I'm not going to get mad or explode here. I just got a little emotional seeing this annoying guy. According to him, the mistake he did was small, huh?!