He's Just A Substitute That Doesn't Matter Novels & Stories

I closed the door and gate of my apartment before following him into his car. "You have a class tomorrow?" He suddenly asked me. I nodded to him. "Yup, whole day," I answered simply. I never saw him walking around our campus or even teaching in our class anymore. Maybe he's done substituting our real Professor? "I don't see you often on the campus." I told him that while looking at the mirror. My face turned red when I asked that. He sighed before glancing at me once. "I was just a substitution, right? Hernandez is a dear friend of mine." He answered looking straight ahead

"Why should he feel guilty? I'm not in the group in the first place, I was just a substitute for the guy who fell sick." "Why are you looking down on yourself? Because of you, they were selected directly to the final round which is happening now. How can they throw you out after that guy appears? How could they do this to you? That's not fair. I don't know why aren't you asking them anything about this? Why are you being silent?" "It's fine. I'm fine with that. Jose's team is going to perform. Let's cheer for them." "I came only because you asked me to. Otherwise I wouldn't be here in the first place."

"That’s the lie, kid. That’s the big twist." Evangeline crawled over, clutching her ribs. She looked at Vargo, then at me. "Is he dead?" "Not yet." I looked back at the man who had raised me. "What do you mean, Vargo? What’s the lie?" "Kai... isn't your name." Vargo’s voice was a whisper now, almost lost to the wind outside. "There was no kid in the dumpster. There was no 'sister' in the slums."

He acted as if he did not know me, as if I was someone else he had never seen. One thing I realized about him is that he’s a pro. Legitimate pro in this field. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one had a lot of kids because he seemed to know very well that the roundabout cycle of the set up of two of us. Is this what he does all the time? Send his surrogates on his company then ignore the hell out of them? Is he that ashamed to let everyone know that he’s trying to conceive with somebody because he fucking want a kid?

Not after what she had done. "Mum, don't say what you don't know, I will take my leave now''he announced walking out of the room. He sighs as he releases the breath he had been holding for a long time now. He wondered what his mum saw in her that made her like her so much. Meera fell to her wooden tattered bed, she heaved a heavy sigh, scared of what might happen to her when Her master decided to visit her. The thought of receiving the worst punishment filled her head but she soon waved it off and went to the kitchen.

I frantically rummaged through the drawers. I wanted to find a photo of Vera. But there wasn't a single one. Eight years. Two thousand, nine hundred and twenty days. I hadn't kept a single picture of her, hadn't given her a single decent gift, hadn't given her a single promise, not even a deceitful one. I had chewed up her youth, swallowed it whole, and still had the gall to complain that she didn't come from the right family. "A substitute will always be just a substitute."

RAVEN "Why is 'S' written on your chest?" My eyes bored on the tattoo on his chest. "Someone close to me." He said in a drowsy state.That one sentence surely made me hurt but I'm an expert at hiding my emotions. I don't need to feel hurt. It's a simple fling of 6 months. I shouldn't involve myself so much into it.

“She has good taste.” “Don’t.” I glance at him. “Don’t what?” “Turn this into something it isn’t.” I set the glass down. “Then tell me what it is.” “It doesn’t matter.” “It clearly does.” He leans back slightly. “It only matters if you think you’re part of it.” “And I’m not?” “No.” That lands, but I didn't let it show. “If you’re wondering whether you replaced someone,” he says, “you didn’t.” I let a second pass. “That’s supposed to make it better?”

"Don't even—" "It's just a job. Okay? Just something I gotta do." Liar. "This is why I..." He swore again. "You overreact and worry too much." "Oh, so I'm in the wrong here?" She faked a quick laugh. The audacity! "Did you forget about Rome? Huh? Are you even thinking? We almost died! How am I not supposed to worry?" "It's. Just. A job," he stressed. "I'm fine. Nothing's gonna happen."

“But I can’t give you pure-blooded heirs. I’m not Princess Vivian. I’m—” “I don’t care what your name is,” he says, clearly disinterested. “As long as you can bear me heirs that can be passed off as having royal blood, I have no interest in you, your likes, or your wants. You are a substitute, nothing more.” Suddenly, the world feels colder. He’s my fated mate. Shouldn’t he care a little bit?