Professional Body Double Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I squashed down the turbulent emotions in me and forced my broken body out of the restaurant. I deleted all of Dale’s contact numbers and threw away my SIM card. From this moment on, I had cut all ties with him. … Dale’s phone rang while he was sending River back home. He answered it, only to receive terrifying news. “Hello, we’re the South Road Riverstate police. We’ve retrieved a drowned corpse from the river, along with a suicide note and a pardon letter. “The pardon letter was written by you for River Stane, and we’ve verified the contents of the suicide note. Lyra Stane, your wife, is the one who wrote it. Please come and retrieve her body…”

The lead officer broke free and took out a photo from his briefcase, handing it over. “Mr. Mason, we understand how you feel, but this is evidence from the scene. Please take a look.” Elijah’s hands trembled as he took the photo. The moment he saw it, his face turned deathly pale. In the photo, the body double was wearing the exact same off-white dress he knew so well. On her finger was the matching ring, identical to his. “Impossible…” He muttered under his breath, gripping the photo tightly. “This isn’t her! This can’t be her!”

I nodded and smiled, placing a quick kiss to his lips then leaving. From the moment I got this job I always told myself to separate my personal life from my work one. I left the loving wife back home and arrived at Brinda's as the attorney everyone wanted to take down. Her bodyguards patted me down for precautionary measures she didn't trust that Mr. Dubois wouldn't send someone to hurt them based off of his past violence.

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

he roared, claws raking my double's back in long gashes that bled profusely. My double threw him off with a powerful buck, turning to face both. Ophelia recovered and joined Caleb's replica, the three circling in tense standoff. Caleb's double lunged first, jaws aiming for throat, but my double sidestepped and slashed his muzzle open, blood spraying. Ophelia attacked from the other side, biting into his hind leg and shaking viciously until the tendon snapped.

The nosy secretary nodded, sheepishly, afraid to be penalized. Lucia was about to enter the CEO's office, using her fingerprint, as it was already registered there. She halted, turned back, and gave the nosy secretary, a chilling stare, with her eyes. The nosy secretary, who had her eyes on Lucia, could not help but gulp in fear, shrinking back.

"Everything looks exactly as it should for a two PM ceremony." "And the body doubles?" I watched a feed showing someone who looked remarkably like me from a distance being fitted with a microphone. "They're professionals who've done this for witness protection. From more than twenty feet away, Victor won't be able to tell the difference." Detective Chen pulled up another feed. "Lily's double is already in the bridal suite getting ready." I felt sick watching a stranger put on the wedding dress Lily had been fitted for, knowing that under different circumstances my actual wife would be wearing that dress while marrying me for real.

the biological body of Lira Vance, preserved in a state of living death, her brain connected to a thousand glowing fiber-optic threads. Standing in front of the tank was the Second Proxy. She wore the same white silk suit Elena had seen in her visions. She had Elena’s face, Elena’s height, and Elena’s exact fingerprints. But when she turned around, her eyes were a void of absolute, light-absorbing black. "Rule Thirty-Two," the Doppelgänger said, her voice a perfect, crystalline mirror of Elena’s. "When the copy is better than the original, the original becomes a liability."

Luna responded with a bitter smile before finally taking the suitcase containing her clothes, which had been brought by one of the servants. "I'm leaving. Please take care of Father." Luna said goodbye, not suspecting Emily in the slightest. Emily laughed heartily to herself, her plan going smoothly without anyone suspecting a thing. Emily's scheme was so well-executed that she had a servant deliver a drink she had laced with a high dose of sleeping pills to Luna. And once Luna was asleep, Emily and Greta, the maid who had helped her with the dirty work, carried Luna's body without anyone's knowledge to the servants' quarters, where the incident had taken place, and removed Luna's engagement

My day shift security detail, Brooks and Davis as they insist I call them instead of their first names Janice and Alice, reach out and steady the box as it threatens to slip from my grasp the second I set foot outside of my gated driveway. “I’m walking this next door,” I protest, my heel catching on the sidewalk. In retrospect, maybe I should have changed out of my work attire—suit and heels—to lug a box of blow-up dolls around. Or maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine. Probably the latter. “Would you like some help, ma’am?” Brooks asks.