Replaced Novels & Stories

Somewhere deep inside me, my wolf spoke, her voice clearer than ever. He has crossed from grief into hunger. This one will not stop. I inhaled slowly. “Serena destroyed herself,” I said. “I did not push her.” “Perhaps not,” Brent replied. “But you replaced her. You changed everything. You weakened the old ways.” “I strengthened them,” I said sharply. “By ending rot.” He laughed—actually laughed this time, a short, humorless sound. “You call it rot. Others called it order.” “And what do you call it?” I asked.

Beep. He hung up. Then two texts popped up. [Your lies never end.] [If you won't apologize to Roxana, then take Luca and leave. My family doesn't want you here.] Even through the screen, he felt ice cold. How did I waste all those years just because he once said he loved me? I wiped my face. Couldn't even argue anymore. Just typed: [Luca's gone. We're at St. Mary's in Valea. Come. Once the funeral's over, we're done.]

“Bonjour, Monsieur Laurent. Je m’appelle Vivian. Je vais traduire pour Alexander. Pouvez-vous répéter la dernière partie lentement, s’il vous plaît?” Mr. Laurent’s face brightened. “Ah, parfait! Merci beaucoup, Vivian.” I turned to Alexander. “He said perfect and thank you very much.” Alexander looked impressed. “Great. Tell him we can adjust the delivery by five days, but we need the payment in two installments.” I translated smoothly. “Nous pouvons ajuster la livraison de cinq jours, mais le paiement doit se faire en deux versements.” The client replied, and I translated back. “He says five days is acceptable, but he wants a small discount on the total if we can confirm today.”

"You'll survive." "Easy for you to say." "It is," Zara admitted. "I passed his module." "Good for you.. at least he gave you a seventy-six." "I worked for that seventy-six." Zara defended. "So did I." "No," Zara corrected gently. "You worked for a sixty-two." I sighed. "And every other module sits comfortably in the seventies and above.. Maybe he just marks differently." "Or maybe he enjoys making my life difficult." Zara laughed.

Hired before the full purge, retained because no direct connection was established at the time. The second: Gerald Price. Brought in as Richard Thornton's board replacement by the nominations committee. I remember voting on that appointment. I didn't flag any concerns. The third: Andy Chen. Marcus Chen's cousin, who had somehow survived three rounds of departmental review with clean performance records and no visible connection to the original network. I stare at the screen for a long moment. "They're back," I say. "Different people. Same agenda." Dominic reads the names and goes very still.

The next morning, my phone started buzzing again. I picked it up. Preston had posted again. The headline was even more vicious: REVEALED: How a Disgraced Ex-Employee Maliciously Sabotaged a Core Company Case. "Yesterday, we exposed the violent behavior of a certain former employee. Today, we must disclose an even more shocking truth." "The appeal filed by the losing party in the Titan Project was no accident. After a thorough internal investigation, we discovered that this ex-employee deliberately booby-trapped the case files with procedural errors before her departure. Her goal was to make the firm lose the case as revenge for being fired."

My son, Yale Foster, had what they called school-pickup anxiety. Every afternoon before dismissal, he needed to know I was home waiting for him. So when he called from his smartwatch yet again to tell me not to come get him, Yates Foster looked genuinely troubled. "Winnie, don't come to the school. "If Yale sees you at the gate, he will start panicking that you're going to leave him. Once he starts crying, no one can calm him down." I stood there with my car keys in my hand, unsure what I was supposed to do. Yates sighed. "Mom's already gone to pick him up. Just stay home and wait for him." That was how three years passed with me almost never picking up my own son from school. Helen Foster h

"You cut my flesh for him and even tried to ruin my voice. You made me lose my memory ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine! Everything on my body was taken by Zach and all of you ninety-nine times! Have you ever thought of me as your son?!" They took Zachary in as my replacement. After that, they sent him to the other world to replace me and bring back a huge fortune. Unfortunately, they were too foolish to realize that Zachary had been using them, too. Victor smacked Mia on the head. "What are you standing there for? Go apologize to your brother!" He knew Mia had bullied me most at home, but he had always turned a blind eye to it. Mia came toward me with red eyes, but I could no longer bear to lo

But I never got that call. "So when you chased me... you were never really into it. "I could tell you to do anything, humiliate you any way I wanted, and you never flinched. "Because I was just a replacement. You never actually cared about me—so none of it mattered. Right?" Derek looked absolutely crushed. Like being someone's stand-in had dealt him a blow he didn't know how to handle. I didn't answer. I'd said enough. But he kept staring at me like he was about to cry. "So you really... you never liked me at all? Not even a little?"

Thomas smiled. “And yet she can still choose.” Elena bent down and picked up the torn page. Thomas's eyes narrowed. “Careful.” She unfolded it. The handwriting was Claire's. At the top, a single heading appeared: THE REPLACEMENT PROTOCOL Below it were three names. ORIGINAL SUBJECT: ADRIAN VALE REPLACEMENT TARGET: DANIEL CROSS FINAL AUTHORITY: THOMAS CROSS Elena's breath caught. She looked at Adrian. Then at her father. “Explain this.”