Novel & Cerita She Took My Place Novel

she says. My heart stops for a second. "What?" "A recruit. A new one. She is... special." "In what way?" "She is hungry. More than me, I think. She has a void inside her, a hole, something immense. I saw her in a café, she was sitting at a table, looking out the window. And I knew." "Knew what?" "That it's her. The one who will take my place, one day. When I leave." "You are leaving?"

When we pulled up to her building, a modest brick walk-up with ivy climbing one side, she didn’t move to get out right away. “Come up,” she said. “Just for a minute.” Her place was small but warm, books stacked everywhere, plants on every windowsill, a worn couch covered in a soft blanket. It smelled like her, something clean and faintly floral. She dropped her bag by the door and turned to me. “This is me,” she said, a little shy. “All of it.” I looked around, taking in the photos on the fridge, the half-finished crossword on the coffee table, the stack of medical journals beside an armchair. It was lived-in. Real. A life she’d built without me, and now, somehow, making space for me in it.

Before I even knew about the placement. A pause. Z your name was already in that file. Someone wrote it there before the placement existed. Before any client brief came through. Before anything. She took the earphone out. She looked at his hand around hers. Then at his profile. The jaw. The amber eyes on the city. The paper in his pocket. She put her phone away. Looked back out her window. She hadn't been found. She'd been placed. The Bronx coming up. Her street. The pharmacy on the corner.

Time to meet my next book crush. “Yo, nerd.” I blinked just as my novel was plucked from my hands. I looked up, already knowing who it was. Sienna. She plopped herself down on the edge of my desk, dangling my book out of reach. I reached for it, but she quickly lifted it higher with a smug grin. “Um…?”

I wanted to ask her how she was with it when I saw the book burn in front of me but I knew that wasn’t important and when we were done with all of this, I could ask about it. I watched her silently as I wrapped my arms around myself, I had safely kept the vial and gave it to me in my pocket as my head swirled, trying to wrap my mind around what was happening and what had happened. I had nearly died- had been seconds away from execution- only to be pulled into this place by a girl who, by all accounts, shouldn’t have had the power to do so. But she had. And now, here we were. “You’re staring at me like I have something on my face,” the girl said, not looking up from the book she was studying.

``The questions raced out of my mouth and she took a heavy breath before she answered me. ” I should have told you this first before burdening you with my story, I should have told you the truth about this place which is actually more horrible this place is like a warehouse“ She began pulling away from me and then crashing on the concrete to sit down again and patting the spot next to her. I guess that was an invitation for me to join her and I took it and it seems to be correct because she continued the story unperturbed. ” This place is basically a warehouse where we are kept before we are eventually taken to the dark market...“

And she was none of those things anymore—if she ever had been. Still, on the first day, she tied her curls into a bun, wore the secondhand blazer the school had mailed, and took a deep breath. She was the scholarship girl now. The outsider. The girl with secrets no one could see. As she stepped into Brentford’s stone courtyard for the first time, the weight of her family's shattered past settled in her chest. She didn’t know that behind those elegant pillars and perfectly manicured hedges waited more betrayal, cruelty—and a boy who once bullied her into silence… only to fall for her against all odds.

To this day, she remains the only one who knows the whereabouts of the Hunters. The next pages were gone—ripped from the book as if someone had deliberately tried to erase the truth. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with a sickening weight. A wave of betrayal crashed over me, suffocating in its intensity. I had been deceived. The woman I had believed to be helpless, the one I had pitied, the one who unfortunately carried me—she was the very person who had placed me in danger all along.

“Or you will freeze to death. I can take you home. Please.” “They took my bag,” she murmured. Her lips quivered, and she stared into the distance. He moved closer to draw her into his embrace so they could share his body warmth. “My books. They took my books. They were in my bag.” “What books?” he asked in a small voice. “I was writing a story,” she answered. He didn’t say more because he had never met a writer, but she must have misunderstood his silence. “You probably think it’s a stupid passion, right?”

My eyes widened slightly. What if she had cut too deep? Quickly, I ran to the kitchen, her room and discovered them empty. Where was she? Terrace. Clutching my hair, I sprinted to the terrace and sighed in relief, founding her head rested on the table. Wearing a lazy smile, I trudged forward and bent in front of her. She was sleeping in the coldness. Stupid girl. Always slept reading. Carefully, I took the book out from her head and placed it on the side. She would kill me if something happened to her book. Stretching my arms, I placed my arm between her knees and back and lifted her.