Actresses Substitute Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Lillian, but business comes first. This drama is unacceptable." Lillian looked at Sebastian, tears welling in her eyes. "We can't lose this. Our family depends on it." Sebastian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, then turned to the head coordinators. "If I may," he began, his voice steady, "Lillian and her family have always acted in the best interest of this company. What happened today was unfortunate, but it shouldn't define their entire legacy." Ms. Delaney sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sebastian, this isn’t just about today. It's about the ongoing instability."

"Bring in the stand-in!" A murmur rippled through the crew. From the sidelines, a timid young woman stepped forward. Her resemblance to Allie was uncanny, though her demeanor was far more reserved. Samuel gestured toward her and introduced, "Allie, this is your stand-in, Jessica Lane. She’ll handle the kiss scenes and any stunts deemed too risky." Jessica bowed slightly. "Hello, Ms. Brooks. I’m honored to work with you. Please guide me moving forward." Allie raised an eyebrow in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the need for a stand-in, let alone approved one.

She had closed her book. "What did she say to you Irina." "Neo-" "What did she say." She had sighed. "Look, she was very.. Clear. About what this whole thing is and is not. She made sure I understood that Anna is the original and I'm basically the off-brand substitute holding shelf space until the real thing is back." She tilted her head. "Her words were a lot more elegant, but that was the gist." Neo's jaw did that tiny clench it sometimes did. "She said that to you."

The vicious recording on the phone played again. Kelly instantly turned as pale as a sheet, and the terror in her eyes could not be concealed. However, she continued to make excuses, trying to get away with her poor acting. "No... This isn't me! It's AI-generated! Naomi hired someone to do it! She just wants to frame me!" "Naomi is dead!" Mom screamed as she lunged at Kelly and grabbed her by the neck. "She's been dead for three years! You killed her! It was you!"

She wanted to say something. The words were right there, crowding her throat. That isn't what happened. I didn't want this. I never wanted this. They took the choice from me and now they've taken my name too. But she looked at Catherine's face, composed and certain. And she understood with a quietness that was worse than anger that it didn't matter. There was no version of the truth she could offer that this woman would believe. She had already been written into a story, handed a role she never auditioned for, and no amount of explaining would rewrite it.

"Apparently, the pregnancy wasn't a planned one but she's very happy to have the baby. Her baby bump would be visible during our shooting and we don't want that." I sighed. "There is supposed to be a back-up actress to pick up the role," George said carefully. "Exactly, but the role is a complex one. There are not many actresses that can pull it off. It is especially hard..." Mr. Cooper said, sighing right after. "Anyway, I've talked to the talent manager. We will find a replacement in no time." "I have a suitable candidate!" I exclaimed. "Who?" George asked sharply. "Don't tell me..."

Ryan replied, "There's a clause in every actor/actress contract that makes this possible." "Are you sure?" Sofia asked. "Well, not this scenario exactly but to prevent setbacks we agreed that in the face of an unavailability, the person in question can be temporarily replaced." Rico offered. "That good enough for you?" Ryan asked with a smile and Sofia nodded. Ryan clenched his fist to rejoice but Sofia interrupted him. "I didn't agree just yet." She said and he let out air like a deflated balloon. "Oh come on, we don't have all day you know?" He groaned.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

She was terrifyingly breathtaking; the dress hugged her body in a way that highlighted her enchanting silhouette, and her hair and makeup brought out her regal features. "Damn! Is that really you?" I asked in total disbelief, my throat feeling dry. "Yes, Lander. It’s me," she replied, stepping toward me with confident strides and a defiant look in her eyes. "The wife who has to deal with a substitute husband like you." I looked at her, and at the mysterious glint in her eyes. In that moment, for the first time, I felt fear... I realized that the "temporary contract" I had planned might become the trap I’d spend the rest of my life in, and that I, the substitute husband, was about to be destr

"I'm Suzanne Carlson. I've heard so much about you, Ms. Hartford," Suzanne said, extending her hand toward Summer. Summer politely shook it. "Kristen, if you're okay with what I said earlier, I'll talk to the director right now," Suzanne said to Kristen. "Go ahead," Kristen replied, almost as if she was eager to send Suzanne away. "What are you talking to the director about?" Summer blinked curiously. "The lead actress got injured, remember? We can't find a replacement in time, and the shoot's about to begin. So, she wants to audition for the role," Kristen said.