My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

I didn't realize what I'd done until I was already standing. Standing. Without my wheelchair. Without support. Just standing on my own two legs for the first time in front of Malachi. Malachi turned around. And froze. His eyes went wide, his mouth falling open slightly as he stared at me. At my legs. At the fact that I was standing. "Zendaya," he breathed. "You're—you're standing."

But Spencer is a powerful villain. Heck, my life has become a Novel itself. I'll write it if I ever had the chance of getting out alive from this war. I slowly closed my eyes but something flashed in my head. Three people standing in the dark while pointing towards me. I opened my eyes and immediately sat on the bed. I looked around the room and glared at the wall in front of me. What was that? Who were those three people? Two of them were men and one of them was a woman. The heck was that?

There's a wave of anger in me burning brightly and waiting to explode but I think I can hold it in for a few more minutes. I smelled his roll-on. And yes, it's him. My lover from the one-night stand. That's his smell. I remember it like I do the marks on my hand. But I was filled with anger, which was just what I needed to get the hurt and confusion down for a bit. What I needed to face this interview head-on.

Will she have the strength to withstand Martin’s betrayal? *This book is a stand-alone novel* Suggestions are welcome; if you have a lovely title for these two books, please do well to leave them in the comments section. Thank you.

it seemed that she was the treasure that he has always wanted. Raymond stood at the door for a moment. thinking of the stunned face of Elsa, and corner of his lip curled into a smile. he could feel a fire roaring profoundly and passionately in his heart. there had been countless instance of overwhelming temptation, but he had never felt anything remotely like this before. this was inevitable from the first time they met

Jasmine and I walked into the main office from the side, we were the last people to walk in so all eyes turned to us. The unique pair of hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green greeted me, I could never forget who those eyes belonged to. My mouth fell open in shock, embarrassment and shock again, I suddenly felt lightheaded and missed my step, thank god for the cubicle that I could hold on to on time. MY ONE NIGHT-STAND WAS MY BOSS… I FREAKING SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT!!! Memories of the night before in his car came flooding in, how I kept screaming for him to go harder and deeper. I was so embarrassed that my cheek burned red, I suddenly wished the ground would tear open and swallow me

Then when I saw him. Nathan was standing about thirty meters from me, leaning against a lamppost, like a character from an old movie waiting for his beloved. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked at me with something that seemed like a mixture of interest and amusement. He was wearing a jumper and jeans, his hair was perfect as if he had just had a fresh trim. Pathetic: maybe he ran to the barber to soothe his nerves. We kept staring at each other without a move. Nathan's lips curled. I cocked my head to the side.

Once upon a time, this place had been my turf. I pushed open the door to see Janae sitting inside with a wide smile. She seemed to have been waiting for me. "You look like a stray dog now, Renee. So what if I'm a stand-in? I'm the one Marcus loves now, and you are nothing. You're not even worthy of being my stand-in now!" she said. I stood there dazedly and looked around the familiar room, feeling like my heart was bleeding. Then, I heard Marcus' voice in the distance—he was shouting and warning me not to do anything to hurt Janae.

That dress looked uncomfortable to sleep in, so I helped her out of it. My stiff dick this morning had nothing to do with thoughts of the swells of her tits covered by nothing but a bra. Fuck the fucking bra. Two nights ago I was attacking those tits with my mouth and hands. Nope. Stop. No thinking about our one night stand. Once off. Had to be. Wouldn't happen again. Did she ever not wear a fucking thong? I found myself wanting to take her with me to Cupid's Cove after all just so I could find out.

Sadly, this book did not perform as well as I had hoped, and I must move on with new characters and a new world, so this will be a stand-alone novel. I love and appreciate you all so much! Thank you! I'll see you soon with my next book release over the next month!