My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

Each step toward the stand feels like a journey through quicksand, my heart racing as I approach the place where I must lay bare my truth. The stand looms ahead, a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, and as I finally take my position, I remind myself that this is my moment to speak out, to reclaim my story amidst the swirling chaos of accusations.

Hello readers, we are back with an update. There will be a change in POV—from the author’s POV to the main character’s POV. Enjoy the read. --- Stanley’s POV “Y’all,” my father’s voice echoed through the pack walls, dragging everyone's attention in the pack area. I stood beside him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Anxiety was eating me up, second by second. The fear… I was a gay man in a world where everyone despised people like me.

“The one we don’t cross back over.” He nodded. “No running.” “No cages,” I added. “No disappearing,” he finished. Chapter sixteen wasn’t about danger. It was about exposure. About standing in the open and deciding that fear didn’t get the final word. The road ahead was still uncertain, still rough, but for the first time, I wasn’t bracing for impact. I was standing my ground. And he wasn’t trying to take it from me.

The title sent a cold shiver down her spine. Vivian stepped out onto the cobblestones, smoothing down the front of her tailored cream trench coat. She had spent the entire night reading Valerie’s meticulously typed journal, memorizing names of socialites, favorite high-end fashion brands, and her sister's specific behavioral quirks. But looking up at this fortress, she realized no amount of notes could prepare her for the reality of living under the same roof as Alexander Vance.

“I’ll give you 50,000 dollars a month to be my boyfriend’s substitute. Deal?” A familiar voice asked. It was the young heiress from Belvoria’s elite circle, Bella White. She was standing in front of me with slightly reddened eyes, and I realized I had returned to the past. I instinctively touched my head. My thick hair felt prickly against my hands. My head was not smooth and shaven for chemotherapy. I felt no pain from a brain tumor, nor were there endless medications to take. It was as if the sufferings of my past life had all been a dream.

Timothy stood by Stacy's side, facing Julia. An angry and recognizable voice, approaching her like a storm, stole Julia's attention. She felt her thumping heart hammering in his ribcage for a second, not from joy, but from shame, as two people embarrassed her in front of public transportation. Everyone had their phones out, and Julia was worried that someone would record it.

The fear and pain consumed me, and I prayed for someone to come and rescue me. As I lay there on the floor, writhing in pain, I suddenly sensed someone's presence near me. I turned my head and saw Stanley standing over me, his face contorted into a look of mischievous smile. His eyes were focused intently on me, and I could see the tension in his jaw as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. My heart sank at the sight of him. Despite the pain wracking my body, I felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over me. Now, I was in no position to defend myself, and all I could do was lie there, helpless and vulnerable.

Hi, I'm the author behind this book "One Night Stand" and I'm happy to complete it finally after so many hardships. This book is close to my heart. And I hope we all overcome the current pandemic suituation together. "One night stand" is my second book which I wrote for four months and planned it for two months. Finally, I did it. Completed my book. I hope you liked my book and enjoyed every chapters. The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things.

“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.

Every step felt heavier than the last. My heart pounded in my chest. The room was all too familiar—it was the same place where that night had happened. Kieran stood inside, shirtless, appearing as though he had just finished a bath. He was engrossed in some scrolls, not noticing my presence. Then, I noticed a mark on his back, one that hadn't been there before that night...