She Took My Place Novel Novels & Stories

She only waited. “Tell me you didn’t barter bits of your soul for money,” she said quietly the moment I sat. Wonky giggle trembled through me. “I may have negotiated with devil, but I refused to sign anonymity.” Without words, she passed me my spice bowl and sat beside me. “So did you hold onto you?” I swallowed. “I kept the last chapter.” She nodded, mouth drawn tight. She knew. That night, I unlocked my laptop and stared at the new document titled: My Story. The cursor blinked patiently, waiting for me to type something. I began to type but each key stroke felt like retrieving pieces of me.

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She gets a small light towel out of her bag and uses it to clean the bench right in front of us. “Sit”. She says softly and I do just that. She sits beside me and places the phone on her other side with the torch still on. She holds my face in between her palms, looks at my face for a second and then pulls me into a hug. “You can cry now”. She whispers and I do as she says again. I let out the tears that I had bottled up in the restaurant right on her shoulder. She rubs my back just as Matteo had done at the campfire.

She stopped for a second. Then continued walking. No hesitation. No reason to. This was his place. If anything, she was the one out of place. She took her seat quietly. The table was already prepared. Food arranged neatly. Simple. Less smell than before. She noticed that. Someone had adjusted it. She didn’t ask who. But she knew. She picked up her spoon. Tried. One bite. Then another. Her stomach reacted almost immediately. She froze slightly. Fighting it. Swallowed.

I could smell the chamomile from where I stood. My eyes drifted to the novel she bought me earlier. To Kill a Mockingbird now in my hands, but this time, it wasn’t a stolen copy or something rescued from a trash bin. But a gift, from the woman who gave me permission to be imperfect, to be human. I picked it up and sat beside her, leaving a bit of space between us on purpose. My heart glitched when she set her cup down and scooted closer. “You really love that book, huh?”

My mom stole my dad's name and his status as the top-ranked student in the state, then gave them to her childhood sweetheart. From then on, the two thieves soared to the top. One was admitted to Ashford University and went on to become a computer science professor at one of the country's top universities. The other attended Westbridge University and became a nationally recognized expert in education. … Meanwhile, my dad was left without a legal identity, spending his entire life scraping by through odd jobs and backbreaking labor. Years later, I inherited his talent and founded a leading AI technology company, making a name for myself in the industry. Potential partners were constantl

“Yes.” Rage surged through me. “So what now? You confess and expect forgiveness?” “No,” she said. “I expect you to understand what must happen next.” My stomach dropped. “I don’t like how that sounds.” She turned to Kieran. “I need you to take my place.” The words crashed into the space between us. I spun toward him. “What?” Kieran stared at her, stunned. “You want me to do what?” “Replace me,” she said simply. “Before belief tears the world apart.”

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.

The results I worked so hard for became hers, and even my past certificates were all reassigned to her name. Fortunately, I had been given another chance. This time, I would relish in making sure that Holly suffered the consequences of her own actions.

She never settled anywhere for long but she made this place home. “I did. She took me in and gave me a safe haven when my village was burned to the ground by the Katasan in the first wars. I thought I had lost everything and that life would never be the same again. I was right, but it wasn’t the end of the world as it seemed at the time. I learned a new way to be, that the fates hadn’t destroyed my life but I was reborn as someone new from those ashes. Sometimes it takes devastation to push us onto the right path. For other people it takes patience.” She looks me right in the eye when she talks of patience and a chill runs down my spine causing me to actually quiver. “Did she tell you?” I as