The Stand Novels & Stories

The bottle wobbles then points straight at Stan. “Oh boy,” he says, voice smooth. Inker smirks. “Take off your shorts. Boxers stay on,” she says casually. Stan stands, hands hooking into his shorts like it’s nothing and tugs them down. My breath hitches before I can stop it. He’s in nothing but white condom boxers now. My eyes betray me, darting lower. The fabric outlines his dick perfectly, clinging in a way that leaves very little to imagination.

he didn't understand what was happening so he started to ask questions but his mouth was taped so all Patrick can hear was muhaaa mauhaaaa. Patrick singled one off his man to remove stan's tape from his mouth. when the tape was removed stan started shouting "what the fuck is this Patrick let us go. stop playing this drama. you know about father if he finds out he will kill you " stan think Patrick is using his lottery money to hire some people and cars to scary him while he was shouting Patrick singled his men to make his shout up and he stood up and turned towards stan and said "I don't care about Susan or anything else but if you ever cross your line I will not let you go " Patrick turned

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

Once upon a time, this place had been my turf. I pushed open the door to see Janae sitting inside with a wide smile. She seemed to have been waiting for me. "You look like a stray dog now, Renee. So what if I'm a stand-in? I'm the one Marcus loves now, and you are nothing. You're not even worthy of being my stand-in now!" she said. I stood there dazedly and looked around the familiar room, feeling like my heart was bleeding. Then, I heard Marcus' voice in the distance—he was shouting and warning me not to do anything to hurt Janae.

Under the table, Jennifer got a little kick, and with a forced grimace, had no choice but to stand up and toast Jacob. “Director O’Halloran, how’s Mr. Turner supposed to get his drink with you so far away? Bob, come sit here,” Eranthe stood up herself and walked over to the intern who had been pushed next to Jacob by Jennifer. Bob looked freshly out of college, completely awkward and tense. When Eranthe asked him to switch seats, he practically yelled with relief, jumping up immediately. Eranthe pulled out the chair without facing Jacob, so the smile on her face wasn’t necessary.

Mark was standing under the shower and trying to relax himself. His finely shaped athletic body was ideal in every way for young boys. The water coming out of the shower passed freely over his face and over his muscular body. It was as if a river was flowing through the ups and downs. At the same time, he was looking more wild and relaxed than he was sexy. Although Anna could only see his upper body, still this scene was amazing. Seeing this, her breathing started getting hitched, her eyes went downwards despite her unwillingness, but thanks to the obscure glass, she could not see anything. She herself patted her cheeks with her hands as if trying to bring herself to her senses.

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

Leo is a dick. I hate him. I hate him so much. I hate his godforsaken gorgeous face, I hate his stupid grey eyes. I hate everything about him. How he pretends I don’t exist while I am sitting right in front of them is amazingly shocking. I know we were just a one night stand but I couldn’t help clenching my fist on my thighs. Why did I feel jealous? Why did I feel like punching his perfectly aligned face? Watching them felt like I was pierced with a thousand knives in my heart. I felt my heart rip to a million pieces.

"What happened?" I didn't answer. Last night’s scene played out in my head again—under the dim lights of an underground fight, Marcus had his arms wrapped tight around Victoria. Her head was on his chest, the two of them a painful spotlight in the crowd. I was standing less than thirty feet away, the energy drink I’d bought for him still in my hand. He’d told me he was just going to see a friend's fight, that I didn't need to come. Turns out his "friend" was Victoria Blair.

The subject line three words. About your mother. She stared at the ceiling. The phone lit up again. Same sender. Different subject. Don't tell Callum.