Stand And Deliver Novels & Stories

Far enough to pretend I had the choice to step in. I did. Varyn’s gaze dropped to the stitches along my ribs, then rose to my eyes. Unblinking. Unimpressed. “You stand,” he said, as if updating a ledger. “On a good day,” I said. “On a bad one too. Standing is kind of my brand.” “Your ‘brand’ bleeds,” he replied. “Today you’ll make it bleed under instruction.” He tipped his chin at three warriors who stepped forward: scarred, silent, the easy balance of men who’d broken more things than they’d counted.

The fierce determination in my eyes reflects the strength I hope to embody today. When the hour finally arrives, I stand before the grand hall, the familiar stone walls echoing with whispers of the past. The gathered crowd fills the space, their expressions a tapestry of hope and anticipation. I can see River standing tall among the loyalists, his presence a reassuring anchor. He nods at me, a silent promise that we’ll face this together.

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

“They will call us dangerous, wrong, evil. They will tell their people we want to destroy everything good and true. But people will see. They will see our halls, our fields, our families. They will see how we live, how we care, how we love. And they will know. And that knowledge… will be stronger than any army.” Alexander’s voice rang deep and steady, firm and unshakable. “We will defend ourselves if we must. We will protect our people, our homes, our way of life. But we will never strike first. We will never conquer. We will never rule. We will only stand. Stand tall. Stand whole. Stand together. And let them come. Let them see. Let them choose.”

After completing the quest, I returned to my original world and woke up from my coma. My children, who had grown up, stood before my hospital bed. My wife, Clara Anderson, hugged me tightly. My parents-in-law were crying in joy. Just as I prepared to log off from the system for good and choose to stay in my original world, a man who looked extremely similar to me walked in. My children, Jared Anderson and Julia Anderson, ran over to him and called him “Dad” lovingly. Everyone looked at me a little awkwardly. That man, Ted Smith, smiled tauntingly at me. I paused the system. “Let me reconsider this. Maybe I’ll stay in the system instead.”

violet let out a sharp breathe. I couldn’t find my voice, my hands were shaking. None of this made sense. “He’s the one” Violet turns to me quickly. “What do you mean?” I kept on staring at him with my heartbeat racing like everything was about to explode around me. “He’s the one…the man I couldn’t remember” I repeat, my hands shaking. Then I swallow and say the word that changes everything. “He’s the one I had a one night stand with.”

"Konechno, net, Kapo. YA by nikogda ne podumal poyti protiv vas. Tol'ko gryaznyy osmelilsya by poyti na voynu s Krestnym ottsom, i ya ne durak, ne zabluzhdaytes' na etot schet. Ostin Foster ochen' khitryy chelovek. On perekhitril menya kazhdyy raz, kogda ya pytayus' ostanovit' yego. On byl odnim iz nas, i on dostig polozheniya kapitana, poka byl zdes'. On obuchal svoikh soldat byt' sil'nymi, i u nego luchshiye iz nashikh lyudey, to yest' moi lyudi.

A rather displeased man is standing there and questions him. “This is the Weston estate. State your business.” He bellowed, looking at the gentleman in front of him being rained upon. “I’m here to deliver this envelope. It’s assigned to Mr. George Weston and must be hand-delivered and signed for.” The delivery man said quickly, holding a large brown envelope while getting drenched by the rain. “All deliveries are to be handed to me to be delivered; just hand it over.” He didn’t smile or was courteous in the least and began to grab for the large brown envelope in the delivery guy’s hands.

JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND ALEKSANDER'S POV The air was bitterly cold tonight, and my mood was sour enough to match. A gust of wind ruffled my hair and I groaned with irritation as I swiped my hand through it before reaching into my front pocket and pulled out my cigarette. "No, Aleksander, we don't have time for that. We're already late! We've missed half the damn show", Before l could light the cigarette, my business partner, Nikolai shoved at my shoulder and kept walking towards the theater.

“Kaya ko naman bumili, bibili na lang ako. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. I’m already under fire after your little show earlier this morning.” “I don’t care. Kailangan mo kainin ‘yun.” “Ayoko.” “Ayaw mo? Okay, you can’t go out of this office kung hindi mo kakainin yun. Or mas gusto mo ba akong kasabay kumain? You choose.” “You’re so stubborn!” “Just like you,” he smiled. “Fine! Kakainin ko na!” “Good. Sasabayan kita o si Miss Jean na lang ang sasabay sa `yo?”