The Stand Novels & Stories

It could be imagined how difficult it was for a little girl who was still not an adult to be self-reliant. "Then I thought I could earn more money by being an actress, so I attended and passed the entrance examination of city film academy. Stanley knew and said if I dare to make a fool of myself and try to become an actress, he would deny his paternity of me. It was a threat, and that was what I wanted! But the Greg's were really cold-hearted and directly drove me out without permitting me to even take a piece of clothing with me.

“You should try warming up. Maybe after small hand-to-hand combat, we can focus on whatever you went through, but from what I understand, maybe where you were looking wasn’t the right place. Maybe what we’re trying to look for is what Stan can do because you’re not the only one who has a special counterpart.” Her words registered to me, and she had a point. I was looking for only our wolf's information. It didn’t cross my mind to find any information from Stan, but then again, there wasn’t a lot to go for Sally, or someone had taken the information and destroyed it. There was almost nothing to help me learn what Stand could do. We only knew what he could do. He was made and marked, but there

I stopped because of something in the tone. I slipped closer remaining in the landings shadow. The voices got more distinct. Although there were others Alexanders was the first I recognized—steady low and composed as usual. Unknown. more sharp. more trimmed. I stooped to get a glimpse. Three men were present. suits. Tensed shoulders. Some of the papers were already folded and in their pockets as they stood in a small arc close to the coffee table. On the other side Alexander stood tall his arms folded his brows slightly furrowed but thoughtful. Calculation.

Ashley I froze where I stood. My legs turned to roots, joined to the ground, and unable to move as I continued to watch Zane and Zanzi's conversation from a safe distance. “I don't understand, what do you mean Zanzi?” His shoulders became a little squarer, and his voice found a low, almost menacing timbre.

Every drop of blood in my body drained straight down to my feet, leaving my skin cold and my head spinning with a sudden, violent vertigo. Chloe froze where she stood, a bottle of sparkling water lingering in her hand, her warm hazel eyes widening in absolute, total shock as they landed on me. For a fraction of a second, her gaze dropped from my face, taking in the surreal scene before her: me, standing in a brightly lit grocery store at ten o'clock on a Wednesday night, wearing a soft, casual coat, positioned intimately close to Marcus Vance—who stood tall, broad, and unbuttoned beside a wooden shopping cart filled with fresh bread and fruit.