Novel & Cerita My Stand In Novel

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

RILEY’S POV I was halfway through replying to an email I had already rewritten three times when a shadow fell across my desk. “At this rate, you’re going to burn a hole through the keyboard.” The voice made my fingers pause mid-type. Slowly, I looked up. Stan. For a second, my brain struggled to place him where he belonged. The office lights felt too bright, the day too ordinary for someone I hadn’t seen in what felt like a lifetime to suddenly be standing in front of me like nothing had changed.

"Okay, what do you want to trade for the space? I have to eat now. Haven't had anything since last Tuesday.” Stand shook his head as he folded his arms. "I ain't giving up my space for nothing.” He froze and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Unless, you let me have you for one night, Mira.” I could sell my body to anyone for drugs or food… or anything really, but Stan was where I drew the line. “Not happening, Stan." “Come on," Stan whined. “I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice."

During the time, he watches me with satisfaction rather than disgust. Stan gets me. "So, how was your day?" I quickly stopped eating and stared at him with my mouth full of food. Yes, Stan, I can answer your question with my mouth full of meat and carbs. I slowly started chewing the food in my mouth and swallowed it. "It's going okay, I am just going to start a new book," Stan raised an eyebrow in interest. "Really? What is it about?" He quickly took his sandwich and took a small bite. "Well, it's going to be a romantic novel. But I feel like it will be a cliche," Stan nodded as he finished his bite.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

If not, I don't know what I'm going to do. "All good. She nodded and I almost sighed in relief. Sarah I ended up agreeing, because I'd rather stay here than have to risk running into another wolf out there. I was still bewildered by what had just happened. Stanley was standing in front of me with his eyes red, his hand still clasped in mine. I was so shocked when he approached me, I only realized I had let him smell me when he was already on my neck. What could I do?

HAZEL Oh, my God! I thought. The rifle in my face made me regret what I just did. “Stand up.” I looked at him, unsure if I’d heard right. “I said,” he barked, his voice sharp as the crack of a whip, “stand the fuck up!” So I did. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand, but I did it. I stood there, trembling, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. He watched me for a long, awful moment. I didn’t know what he was going to do next.

One eye was normal, while the other was like it had been replaced with a black diamond or something. He was huge, making me look small, even though I was the biggest in terms of body size in my family. Each step he took forward caused a mental vibration in my head. My belly began to rumble as my feet shook. Everyone was experiencing the same thing. My father was scared of his presence too. With the way he held on to his staff, more firmly than he ever had, it was clear that he was afraid of the approaching terror in person. When he got a little bit close, he stopped, and a small man walked to his front and read from a scroll. "King Stanley of Madsun Kingdom!" We all gave a light bow to King

I stood there, watching him go, feeling the cold of the forest seep into my bones. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. But I’d made my stand. And I’d be ready for whatever came next.

After grueling five years of work and several years of studies, he was exhausted - mind and body. Hence, he was trying to relax in the bar of the seven-star hotel where he was staying. He scanned the crowd, and his eyes caught a beautiful green-eyed woman with long legs, bubble butt, and thin waist, but barely any breast. She was standing in the crowd, but she was not a part of it. Her eyes held an unnatural detachment, but she seemed to be enjoying herself all the same. He watched as she frowned whenever someone approached her, and she refused everyone without even looking at them.