My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

Stanley stood tall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his long legs and imposing figure casting a shadow in the room. His cold, dark eyes seemed as if they were pools of ink—deep, distant, and dangerous. "Do you think this can be solved with just an apology? You should leave."

Since Aaron wanted war, then it was time to unleash it. I stood up firmly, my hands still buried in my pockets, but the moment I turned, Nova was standing by the stairs, her legs quivering beneath my big polo. My breath hitched, and I stood there, and for a weird reason, I could not bring myself to move. All I did was stand and stare at Nova… at the lady who has won me over with her charm. My eyes moved gently around her body, noticing the way her legs trembled beneath my polo that was almost grazing her knees.

Everything I thought I knew about the true danger circling us violently shifted. Stan stood there patiently waiting, his eyes still openly pleading, and for the very first time since he’d initially shown up, I absolutely didn’t truly know what I should completely believe about this situation.

Two years ago, I drank until I threw up just to secure a business deal for Daniel. When we were driving home, my stomach hurt so much that a layer of cold sweat formed all over my body. Even when I was so unwell, Daniel prohibited me from throwing up in his car very sternly. However, it seems that his supposed severe obsession with cleanliness could be easily disregarded for the woman he truly loved. I slammed the car door shut and slid into the back seat. Daniel glanced over his shoulder and asked, "Why aren't you sitting in the front?"

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse. Even so, not one person spared me a shred of mercy. Blow after blow, I became nothing but a mangled, blood-smeared heap, until the agony burned itself down to numbness. I had no idea how long it went on. The bodyguards didn't stop until I was barely breathing. In that moment, Andrew stared at me like I was his mortal enemy, as if I had committed the unforgivable. He raised his boot and ground its heavy leather sole across my face.

One day, CEO Cecilia Bennett brings her "one true love", Elliot Lawson, home. I'm in the kitchen, spatula in hand, wondering if I need to make a few extra dishes for her guest. But before I can ask, Elliot points at me, looking utterly betrayed. "I knew it! Everything those romance novels said was true! The second I left the country, you found yourself a replacement and brought him home!" What? A replacement? That's news to me. No one has ever told me I was supposed to be one.

Friend: "Relax, you were both consenting adults. Just enjoy the moment and don't overthink it." Jessica: "I don't even know how to contact him. What if I'm pregnant or something?" Friend: "Don't worry, you can take a pregnancy test in a few weeks. And as for him, it was just a one-night stand. You don't need to contact him if you don't want to." Jessica: "I guess you're right. I just hope I don't regret this later." Chapter 1 (continued): As Jessica was getting ready to leave the hotel room the next morning, the man she had spent the night with sat up in bed and looked at her with a smile.

The nickname is there, but he looks too serious, almost like something has happened… And that makes anxiety creep up inside me. I head in the direction of the south stands and, the further I get to the agreed location, the further away from other people I get. I'm slowly swallowed up by the darkness, since the light from the bonfire and the spotlights doesn't reach this far. I'm only accompanied by the moon, whose moonlight bathes me and embraces me like the breeze that chills my skin. I feel strange... a bad omen that makes me shudder. "Jasper?" I call out loudly, hugging my own body to relieve the sudden chill that comes over me. I look around, seeing the large stands and the shadows that

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.