Stutter Stanley Novels & Stories

He was interrupted before he could complete his sentence. "Wait… really? I'm really sorry. I know about you, you're a famous, top earning presenter" her pupils enlarged. "Oh you do know me" Stefan said, taking a sigh of relief. The reason he just walked straight up to her I'm the first place was because he was sure she would know him. "Of course, but I'm still curious as to why you're here. Yeah, right you were still talking. My bad" she said. "It's fine, no sweat. I'm actually here, wondering if you'd be my partner" he asked gesturing hos right hand towards her.

he jokes and offers her another mouth full of food. "Well, it's trying to tell you to minimize the way you stare," she accepts the food. " I see it's all about violence," He said thoughtfully, " but too bad I can't keep my eyes off myself, you've got it all and I can't look away" he offers another spoon full of food again. Ashley was still struggling to chew the one she had in her mouth, and here he was adding more food as if she is a qualified eater. " Can you slow down please, I can hardly swallow here" she grumbles with food in her mouth.

Kane looked down. A small fish swam lazily in the bowl. "...Stanley," he repeated. "He's been with me for a while," Mona said, crouching slightly, tapping the glass gently. "Say hi." Kane huffed a quiet laugh. "Hey, Stanley." Mona grinned. "See? He likes you already." Kane shook his head slightly, but there was something softer in his expression now. "Ready?" he asked. Mona stood, grabbing her bag.

He barely talks to me on ordinary days, but on Christmas Eve he's like Santa's little helper, always around to help with the preparations. "Of course. Here you go, my dear little Stanley," smiling as I hand him the gravy boat. "And by dear, I mean deer, just like the ones on Santa's sled." I tease him, everyone laughed. "Ha ha ha! Very funny, Anna Banana," Stanley sounded furious, but no one paid attention to him. "By the way, Anna, what's in your pocket?" Everyone stayed quiet. As if waiting for something big to happen. We all knew that Stanley is a hardcore prankster. He will not stop at anything just to know everyone's weakness. I looked worriedly on my pocket. I started to reach my pocke

He said, glaring at Stan who seemed like he had become dumb and deaf all the while, leaving only Fred to talk. “I… I,” Stan began to stammer. “How did you become a stammerer all of a sudden, Stan?” Captain Murphy asked with a frown on his face. “I'm sorry sir, it was all my fault. I didn't listen to Weston. I just wanted to follow the Alpha's orders. I'm so sorry.” Stan confessed, but Captain Murphy didn't seem pleased at all.

She recalled Savy's threats and began to shiver. Stanley was surprised, "what is it, Lana, I haven't got all day." Lana began to stutter, "act... actually, in... inside....." "Hold on," Stanley said. "breathe in and breathe out." Lana did just as he instructed and surprisingly felt calm. "Now, tell me what the matter is, Lana," Stanley said.

Stan raised his pointed fingers through his lips and mumbled, "I knew that your father and my wife had a tragic past. They wanted to have their own conversation, so please we should stay put as we are." Stan placed his hand over his shoulder and grabbed it by the foot of the stairs. Danny furrowed his eyebrows as he unclasped his hand from his shoulder and puzzled about why Stan's face was so furious. He sighed and walked past ahead. He peeked a little towards the corner and he saw that his nanny was still talking to his father. Stan glared right through his back and he was infuriated by how Danny scared the investors about his business. Danny turned to face him again and he was so surprised

It was different when someone interrupted your verbal argument, but when they disrupt your thoughts, you know they are incomparably dominant. His single word had managed to shook her to the core. She knew she had to speak before the voice asked again. She already wished for him to be mute, realising his voice alone could swirl her whole body like a cow in the tornado. She tried to speak, attempting to hide the obvious stutter of her tone. "Tara"

While Stanley lagged behind in comprehension, the patience of the others was wearing thin. Some were on the brink of giving him a good shake, and Sam, in particular, couldn't wait any longer. He spoke impatiently. "Are you even paying attention? We're asking you questions!" Stanley startled at the sudden outburst, and a shiver ran down his spine. He squinted as he gazed at the bright smile on the screen. "What ... what's your connection with this lady?" he stammered. "You're asking too many questions. Just answer our questions," Nate replied with a trace of impatience. He calmly stowed away the tablet and put an end to Stanley’s lecherous gaze.

“But now you know.” Stanley, still sitting across from me, stayed unusually quiet. His brow furrowed as if he were deep in thought. I glanced at him, narrowing my eyes. “What’s on your mind?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity. He blinked, breaking out of his trance, and to my surprise, he blushed slightly. “Hey, kid sister,” he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Do you still hear about the Johnsons’ daughter, Tammie?”