Why Did Stanley Uris Kill Himself Novels & Stories

Paul pointed a shaky finger at Stanley, “You’re a murderer just like the people who killed your family.” Paul headed to the front door. He let himself out. Stanley stood in the living room full of rage. Thoughts crossed the cop’s mind. Images of his parents’ brutal murders, his sisters, his brothers, there he was still alive, but alone by fate. They planned to kill him, too. They beat, tortured him senseless for death.

The elevator is slow and I stand in it alone watching the numbers and I think about Derek at eleven pm last night, which was approximately the same time I was lying in Rhys's bed reading that lawsuit alert, and I think about what a person has to be feeling at eleven pm on their wedding anniversary, alone, to make that choice. I think about Stanley calling him after I hung up. I think about Vivienne and her pregnancy claim and her apartment deed and her lawsuit. I think about a man who made catastrophic choices and then watched every single consequence arrive simultaneously in the space of seventy two hours. The elevator opens. Stanley is in the corridor. He looks terrible. Grey faced and cru

Penn responded with a smile as her finer clothes which she wore under her disguise was revealed. “You think of everything, don’t you?” Stanley asked as Penn shook her head sadly. “I do not, if I did I would have not allowed Curtis to go on any mission alone, that would have prevented a lot of chaos and perhaps saved his life too.” Stanley paused as he looked at Penn, he was feeling guilt for killing Curtis. “If you were going to feel this way about his death, you should have let me handle it.” Penn breathed. “No, I needed to do it, I needed to give him that last respect and needed to execute him because he was a traitor.” Penn gave Stanley a smile that did not reach her eyes. “It is alright

Something major happened. Stanley Walker's son had died. After the thugs Sean brought had escaped from the room, word spread fast. Stanley had barely climbed into his lover's bed when he received the news. He was completely stunned. It took him a few minutes to calm down and leave the bed to get dressed. He walked out of the villa he had bought for his mistress. Mirage City's underground realm was rumbling. Everyone under Stanley's command was mobilized. In the room, Garry and the others were completely dumbfounded. They had never expected Frederick to actually kill Stanley's son.

Stanley's expression remained cold and unreadable as he looked at them. "You've all lied to me. Now, I'll settle old scores along with new ones. Whoever killed Wendy's father, you will go to his grave three days from now and repent. That's your only chance. Don't force me to take further action." With that, Stanley turned and walked away. Halsey and Cecelia gave one last mocking laugh. "You all deserved it!" They, too, turned and left. Edith's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground. She slapped her thigh in frustration.

Zachary flinched at Judith's shout. Mom immediately pulled him into her arms, glaring at Judith as she snapped, "You scared Zac! How did you end up like this after just one night? Did Stanley cast some kind of spell on you? I'll go over there and teach him a lesson later!" Judith coldly responded, "Unfortunately, you won't have the chance to teach him anything. Stanley is dead. He died yesterday on the operating table during the kidney donation." "What?" The bowl of soup dropped from Mom's hand.

Byul sighed, thinking that he found a bunch of useless people. Stanley immediately popped out of the room and loudly clicked his tongue in irritation. “So what if I am here. I wasn’t in my right mind and followed a nasty scent and when I woke up, I found myself here.” Stanley explained. Last night was a blur and his mind was only filled with the desire to kill, all his sense of reason fade whenever he activates his special skill. He really don’t know how he regain his senses at the end but funny enough, he found himself next to this idiot.

He could not help thinking that if Winston had not kidnapped Zara and drugged her, she would not have ended up with Yosef. Nothing would have happened to ruin what he had been nurturing. "You started this mess," Stanley said as he bent down. He continued softly, "Killing you would be too easy. It's far more entertaining to let you live in misery." Zara, sitting in the car at a distance, could not make out Stanley's words, yet his actions and the way he stood over Winston were so unlike the Stanley she thought she knew. She thought back to that night when Yosef had asked her, "Do you know who broke Winston's leg?"

I tried to kill myself because I became depressed; losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, Stanley. You know how much I love you. After you kicked me out, I lost my will to live. I would have died, but then I realized that you were surrounded by your enemies, and I couldn't leave this world knowing that you were in danger. I had to protect you; I needed to protect you. So, I began to investigate, and during my investigation, I discovered you were taking Lana to the altar as my replacement." "What? This is ridiculous!" Stanley said. "I would never do such a thing. I mean, how can I marry a girl I bought from the market?"