In Her Place Novels & Stories

I averted my eyes from them when I felt her glance towards me and pretended like looking somewhere. "Shall we go?" Quinn asked her. "Where?" "To a movie. Kevin booked a ticket for 'A Quiet Place'. So let's go." She grabbed her hand but I stopped them saying, "I have a party to attend, so I can't able to come. You guys can go." I turned my heels to leave the place. "I'm not well Quinn. Next time I will join you." I heard Sheila says. I furrowed my brows and twisted my lips. She is lying because in the morning she was absolutely fine.

I hid it. “That's it?” She looked normal. She wasn't. Her health isn't good. But why did I lie? She smiled, placed her hand on mine. “What's on your mind?” “Nothing.” Nothing? She is having Sleep fucking deprivation. This is kind of serious. But I shouldn't have lied in the first place. “When could we leave?” she asked. “Well, just in an hour.” I said. She nodded. ___ We arrived at her mansion. When I stood outside her room as I was not supposed to enter her personal space, she stood outside with me – holding the medicine bag.

After all, she was a woman living on her own in a city full of men that weren't always very nice, like himself. He walked back to the stairs and quickly descended them. When he reached the bottom, he took a quick look around her apartment. It didn't seem like anything was out of place, besides the fact that it wasn't very personal. "Maybe she just moved in," he thought. The only things that gave any insight into her life, were two pictures on the end table beside her couch. One, was her and two sets of older couples. She was in a cap and gown, she looked slightly younger, it must have been her high school graduation. One couple was obviously her parents. Vince could tell which ones, she look

'Breathe in, Breathe out' I try to calm myself as I watch her leave. "Annalisa come back here!" Mrs. Lilian shouts after her but she ignores and walks off. "Don't worry, I'd go after her," I said with a small fake smile. XAVIER'S POV Sitting alone at the busy park in Buckhead and watching several kids play and run around, a lot of thoughts run through my mind and I'm forced to go back through memory lane. My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me.

When we pulled up to her building, a modest brick walk-up with ivy climbing one side, she didn’t move to get out right away. “Come up,” she said. “Just for a minute.” Her place was small but warm, books stacked everywhere, plants on every windowsill, a worn couch covered in a soft blanket. It smelled like her, something clean and faintly floral. She dropped her bag by the door and turned to me. “This is me,” she said, a little shy. “All of it.” I looked around, taking in the photos on the fridge, the half-finished crossword on the coffee table, the stack of medical journals beside an armchair. It was lived-in. Real. A life she’d built without me, and now, somehow, making space for me in it.

I sat speechless, the clatter of the cafe fading into the background. "I found them together, bare and lifeless," she said, her tone calm, almost detached. "My husband of decades, betraying me in his final moments. A cruel gift in my twilight years." A flicker of pain crossed her face. "But I had no time to grieve. Creditors were circling, his messes piling up. I had to stay strong." She gave a self-mocking smile. "And yet, Asher turned out just like him—selfish, callous, and unable to keep it in their pants."

“Oh, I can do that. I’m amazing at pretending everything’s fine when I’m secretly plotting revenge. I once made my roommate think I was over her stealing my moisturizer, and then I—” “Elizabeth.” She snapped her mouth shut, eyes wide. “Right. Sorry. Focus.” A silence settled between us for a beat. The low murmur of shoppers and the faint hum of the boutique’s air conditioning filled it. I studied her,really studied her. The way her energy seemed to leak out of her in little bursts, erratic and unpredictable. The faint tremor in her hands didn't match the wild confidence in her smile. She was chaos in heels. And chaos had its uses.

she said out loud. She unpacked her things, chilling out in the lavish place. Everything seemed perfect, simply perfect and she was definitely ready for whatever was going to come her way. At first, she sat around and watched some movies. This place not only had satellite, but there were also unlimited movies, so she knew she wouldn’t get bored in that regard. That’s what’s so amazing about this place, the fact that she would be provided with all of the best amenities possible. She lounged around, looking at the place and loving the way that it was decorated. It had an ocean or sea feeling to it, and when she looked around she marveled at the shells that dotted the place. She was going to ha

An hour earlier, I had received a message from my parents saying Thayer had returned. At the time, my body had gone rigid where I stood. I had always known Thayer would come back one day, but when that day truly arrived, I still found myself caught off guard. I hung my bag on the rack, then lowered my gaze and saw a pair of high heels placed on the floor. I paused for a moment, then instantly composed a polite smile. “You’re back?” a gentle voice called out. I turned and saw Isolde dressed in a black lace nightgown.

“Help, Lia please help it's so hot in here”. She screams as I try to get to her. There is fire on both sides of where she is standing “I’m coming, just hold on and do not move. I'll be right there”. I tell her calmly as I prepare to cross the fire in order to meet her on the other side of the kitchen.I try to cross over but I can't. This place is so hot and I feel like I'm being boiled. I feel so dizzy and I can't think properly with the smoke clouding my vision and almost choking me. “Hurry up please, I am finding it quite hard to breathe”. She calls out to me again and I hear her cough. I let out a cough of my own. I look at her and see that she is huddled up in a corner as she clutches he