My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

My chest tightened painfully,did my mate just leave me? I hugged myself tightly trying to steady my breath and my spiraling thoughts because I was almost about to run mad . He didn't ask for my name, he didn't ask for my number and it was obvious he didn't recognize me , he didn't even say anything about us seeing again. Did he just have a one night stand with me and disappeared. Well he must be the biggest joker of the century, I thought to myself as I steadied myself and stepped out of the library heading to my room to pack my things.

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

I swayed to my feet, filth clinging to me. Blood and dust slid down my temple like a savage tear. But I straightened my spine and walked toward the city gates, one step at a time. Two thoughts remained in my mind: Kael. From this day forward, we meet neither in life nor in death.

I was taken back by her words but followed her. Catherina started to link me, ‘This is so fucking romantic, and I get to be the third wheel, as I rolled my eyes at her, making lame jokes was not how I wanted my morning, entering the side front of the pack I see Stan on the side laying his hands on the post stand, he was staring at the pups that were playing with a soccer ball.

TABITHA POV Hope, fear, embarrassment, and surprise all seem to course through my body simultaneously as the four of us stand frozen. Andrew's eyes are on my mom, and Stanley's are on me. Mom is staring at Andrew, and I am practically drilling holes into Stanley. It is a stare-stand-off. Each one of us is trapped and eager. Even the air is being quiet in anticipation of what is going to happen next. As my hope grows, I look my mate over closer. I try to see past the suit and clean face, but what I find disappoints me.

Anna's POV I stood my ground despite the way his body had me pinned against the wall. The dim lighting of the hallway cast half his face in shadow, making him look like a stranger rather than the man I'd once promised to love forever. "Jack, you're drunk," I said flatly. "Step back."

The morning light was still fading and having trouble peeping through the curtains in the dimly lit hallway. My intention was to go downstairs and get a coffee but I stopped myself before I could move. Ava. She was standing with her back to me gazing at nothing specific outside the window. She wasnt the only thing that surprised me though. No it was something completely different. It was the poised manner in which she stood so. . . different.

Stanley’s POV The front door clicked softly behind me. For a moment, I just stood there, my hand still on the knob. The night air clung to my clothes. It was cold, I smelt like a faint smell of car exhaust, and the bitter scent of burnt coffee beans from the café where I had just been.

“And remain on your feet, along with the others.” I blinked but did as she said, going to the nearest empty desk. I set my bag down and stood there, unsure of what exactly was happening. This wasn’t kindergarten; why were we standing? That’s when I saw him, the bastard who’d jumped me yesterday. He was also standing at the back, and his eyes were already on me. Great, I muttered internally, yanking my gaze away from him. The last thing I needed was more drama.

Just that steady way he moves when he’s certain of himself. I remained where I stood. Exactly where I had been when he said it. Standing. Next to you. Not for you. Not over you. Not instead of you. Next to you. My chest tightened. Why did that feel heavier than if he had said he’d burn the world down for me? I sank slowly onto the edge of my bed. Because burning the world down is fantasy. Standing is consequence. Standing means no escape route. Standing means if I jump, he jumps too.