No Longer A Stand In Novels & Stories

My fiancée, Joanna Stiles, cheats on me again, this time with Ashton Barker, the man who's supposed to be my body double. She even compliments me on choosing such a fitting body double. Desperate to win her back, I get a tattoo in the style she likes, yet Joanna has it removed herself. "Be good. That look doesn't suit you." She even promises me, "The rest of them are just temporary distractions. You're the only man I'll ever marry." With Joanna's permission, Ashton takes the stage to accept an award that rightfully belongs to me. He also attends family gatherings at her side. Even during our wedding rehearsal, Joanna is listening to the playlist she created with Ashton. When she noti

Britney belonged to him now, and no one else would ever lay a hand on her. Alex's days were numbered, soon he would finish him. But for now, his sole focus was locked onto the flushed, intoxicated woman standing before him, eagerly waiting for the moment he could finally claim her as his own.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

He would not tolerate anyone who spread panic and defamed or disturbed others. A standing ovation followed his speech, where everyone, especially women, was very touched. They were usually the ones left in the mud. The nasty gossipers, including those paid by Sophia, were in a pickle as they were sure to be fired. With Sophia and Emma out of PGI, their support system was gone. Some wanted to curry favor with Arielle, but she had that ‘stay away from me’ look on her face the entire time. After the dance, she proposed a toast to Thomas and bid her goodbye as it was her last working day on PGI.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

He said, his head lowered. I finished the second glass and slapped it on the table. I don’t know whether it was my mood or the drink he had served me because my blood was boiling too. “You want to show me how hard it’s boiling?” I said and hopped down from the stool. “I’m not allowed to leave my post.” He said, his eyes roving around. I laughed. “They won’t even notice you’re gone. Has anyone patronized this stand other than me in the last ten minutes?

We have things to discuss. Very important things!" He said with the raise of his eyebrows and a small smile on his lips. Mercury stayed back and every other person left the room. When it was left with just them, the tension became obvious. Mercury couldn't help stealing glances at him. She had to admit that he looked very handsome just sitting there. "Mr. Standford, why have you asked me to stay back?" Mercury pulled herself together and asked after seeing that Liam wasn't ready to say anything.

Just folds into the covers and turns away. I stand for a bit too long, staring. She looks... smaller. Not physically. Just... smaller. No fight. No edge. Just this quiet surrender that doesn’t sit right. Not with me.

“I was wondering what that awful smell was. Now I see it’s just a piece of trash who has run her mouth.” Seeing the noble and aloof Bella, the group timidly fell silent. One of the girls wanted to explain, but she was too frightened to utter a word. The server then spoke with a smile. “Mr. Moore has been granted top-tier membership today. His meal is complimentary. The ‘issue’ of him not affording the bill, as you suggested, will not occur.”

I'd know it anywhere. The message read: "You can't compete with me. Face it." I turned my phone off. You didn't choose me. So now, I'm not choosing you.