In Her Place Novels & Stories

Right now, the ground temperature in Solvarra is 118°F. I bought a plane ticket behind my family's back and flew there. Everyone thought I'd lost my mind. What they didn't know was that the fake heiress, Cora Talbot, had used a system to bind us together in a sensory swap. In my last life, she was terrified I'd steal the good life she'd enjoyed for twenty years. So she went swimming in an ice lake in the dead of winter and seduced my fiancé. Meanwhile, I froze at home until my organs failed. I begged her through my tears, but my fiancé said I was talking nonsense. Even my parents decided I was a hopeless liar. In the end, I froze to death inside a fully heated mansion. This time, I h

Ken, confused, follows behind her watching curiously. What’s gotten into her? He wonders. Balancing herself with on hand on the smooth stone edge of the window, she leans out to see where it went; determined not to lose it this time. Suddenly, she notices the Phoenix statue from her dream. Gasping, she steps back losing her footing. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact with the cold hard ground a few feet below, she begins to feel everything swirling again - just like in her dream. Still bracing for impact, she reaches out for anything to steady her, yet suddenly finds herself in Ken's arms – across the room.

At least, I wouldn't have to stay in that house that only brought bad memories to me. I played my fingers into my wet hair, walked to the door. Stepping out, drying my hair with another towel, I shut the door behind me. I threw my head back, and the moment I was about to walk to the wardrobe in here, I halted in my posture, dazed. What was she doing here? How did she even get here? Her hair was in wavy curls, falling above her shoulder. She was seated on the bed, her legs crossed over each other. All she had in was a robe, brassiere and panties. Her lips were curled in a smirk, her long fingernails bit under her clasped teeth.

she whispered in a pained voice. Knowing it was urgent, I quickly did what she asked"Done, can you tell me what's wrong?" "No, go away from here, just go!!!" I frown"Um, okay" As I was leaving, she stood up on a shaky leg and walked towards the bathroom. A red spot on her nightgown caught my attention. My heart stopped. I gasped. Blood. She's bleeding! Does she want to commit suicide in the bathroom? No! I can't watch her die, I quickly picked up my phone and dialed 911. They picked up immediately.

When did she sleep properly? She had only reached halfway to the class but the silence around her told her that she will be late. She did not see the arm which suddenly shot out from nowhere and pulled her in the darkened class. In her confusion, she heard the lock being turned and her brain panicked. She was going to get raped by some creep and will never be able to walk down the alter as a virgin. Not that it was the idea in the first place. She was yet again engulfed by the heavy arm but this time the rough scent which surrounded her, felt familiar, too familiar. Like a flash of fast forward videos, the memories of the scent jolted through her brain. What was this guy doing to her?

VICTORIA I met her in a quiet place on purpose. There were no cameras or an audience, so there would be no chance for her to perform. It was a rented apartment on the Upper East Side, one of those clean spaces that looked like no one had ever really lived there. It had a white couch, a glass table, and half-open curtains, the kind of place people used when they wanted to disappear for a few hours. She was standing by the window when I walked in.

I also saw some shoes and I put them on. She came out of the door too in her human form. She was dressed in hoodie and shorts with a pair of shoes too. Just like her wolf, her hair was white and her eyes were the exact same color, blue like the ocean. As if surprised to still see me there, she jerked back. "You didn't answer my question?". I said,moving closer to her. She took a step backwards. "it's you. From the airport, your scent. it's driving me crazy." She said in the softest voice. It melted my insides.

---- I stopped at the hotel and looked at her. "Take this just in case," I took out my gun and handed it to her. "Take it," she shook her head no. "Listen, I don't want to go after you. So please, take it. Just in case something happens." She took it and placed it in her purse. "Be quick." She nodded and got out the door. I watched her closely as she went inside. It was already dark enough for the street lights to light up and I was not going to let any creeps touch her.

“No matter what he says… no matter what anyone thinks… you are not something that can be ignored.” Her breathing steadied again as she held onto that thought, because this, at least, was something she refused to let anyone take from her, not Leonard, not Zara, not the whispers, not the looks, nothing. “This is my place,” she continued, her voice no longer shaking, her fingers pressing just slightly again, but this time with purpose rather than fear. “You are my place.” Her gaze lifted slowly, her expression changing in a way that was quiet but clear, because something inside her had shifted again, not back into denial, but into something more focused, something that carried weight.

Nothing would surprise me, having seen her case notes. I breathe a sigh of relief as I find her in front of Cain’s huge TV. Her hair is shiny and full, cascading down over her shoulders to pool on the leather sofa. Her skin looks fresh and clear, her eyes bright as she watches some crappy reality TV show. Her knees are gathered to her chest, a collection of crockery discarded on the living room floor. “Hi,” I say, but she barely gives me a glance. “How was your day? How’s your ankle?”