My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

my thoughts scolded me but I just scoffed instead . I knew what to do to this man ,I could just stand here all day . **** I had been standing for the past one hour as my legs were beginning to hue so much from standing . I knew that this man was heartless because he really had to make me stand that terrible . It was painful and I wouldn't deny that . I didn't know how much I had to stand but my legs were hurting . I was still thinking about it when the door of his room opened . The moment the door opened , a girl walked in with a cup of tea in her hands .

"You really want to share all this information with me?" Cole rose from his seat, walked over to her, and cupped her chin, standing very close. Britney's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to tell him that he was standing much too close, but for some reason, no words could escape her mouth, and her toes curled inside her shoes.

i visited to nanima's family doctor in delhi and after my checkup she assured me that i am perfectly fine now and it's okay to have intercourse but ,we should take precautions "Sanjana completed putting her lips on his ,and then one thing follows another the night became a night of reunion of not only two bodies but of two souls. Darsh promised himself to never hide anything from sanjana as if he had told her about his past with aditi that this situation can never occur and also keep his anger in check . Sanjana promised herself to have faith in darsh ,as if she had not trusted Tanisha 's word or she had asked the doubts to darsh before then she would not have to suffer this much pain. So th

I just stood there like a mannequin, looking anywhere else but at him. “Leave us, “ he ordered the frightened maids and they scurried out of the dining room, leaving me all alone with an angry man. I did not turn around to look at him, I just stood there, thinking of what to say to him to make this discussion less embarrassing. I inhaled the tantalizing aroma from the breakfast table, it made me salivate. I can just imagine how tasty it would be.

~Zion’s POV~ I didn’t fucking tell her offense numbers 2, 3, and 4. What is this? Why the fuck did that bitch kiss me? Now I’m in trouble. I hoped this cold water would cool me down, but suddenly the urge to ride solo rushed in like lightning. But then an idea flooded in, and right now I am going to ride solo right in front of her. Water was dripping off my body as I came out of the bathroom and headed to the room without a towel on. My cock swung from my right thigh to my left. I saw her heated face and smiled. It’s fucking working. I then stood not far from her, making sure she could see everything that was happening. She was currently reading a book. I could tell she was currently using t

Everything about the space screamed control and discipline. I stood awkwardly in the doorway. “You’re late, Miss Finland,” he said without lifting his eyes from the screen. His tone was cold and professional. “I….I’m sorry, sir. I… I got a bit lost on the way,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. My cheeks burned. I couldn’t stop remembering how those same lips had traced my neck two weeks ago. He finally looked up. His sharp gaze locked onto mine. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes …..recognition? Or was I imagining it?

Eventually, they were caught for robbery, and soon after, all of them died. I calmly turned off the TV and opened the notebook of the little girl I had adopted. She had just received a perfect score on her composition. The title read, "My Love for Mom."

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Far enough to pretend I had the choice to step in. I did. Varyn’s gaze dropped to the stitches along my ribs, then rose to my eyes. Unblinking. Unimpressed. “You stand,” he said, as if updating a ledger. “On a good day,” I said. “On a bad one too. Standing is kind of my brand.” “Your ‘brand’ bleeds,” he replied. “Today you’ll make it bleed under instruction.” He tipped his chin at three warriors who stepped forward: scarred, silent, the easy balance of men who’d broken more things than they’d counted.

Stan is standing in front of me. “How did you get in here?” I ask quickly looking to the door. It was not smashed in, but it was closed locking everyone out of the room. “Does it matter?” Stan asks angrily. “What are you doing?” he asks. “Packing a bag. I need some space,” I say as I try to move around him. “No,” he replies.