Stand-in Novels & Stories

A horizontal kick hit him in the stomach! Stanley stood up after much difficulty but was sent flying again. He crashed into a two-meter tall wall that separated the stage from the stands!

But he didn't reply to my message. "Are you lost?" A guy asked me. I didn't know what to say so I remained silent. He said, "I can see that you're scared to speak to strangers and there's nothing wrong in that. If you're waiting for someone, go and wait on the stand. Don't stand here. The people who are dancing here might push you and some are drunk too so it's safe to wait over the stand." Even though I'm scared like he said, he's not bad to be scared of. I stood still hearing him.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Alexander nodded curtly, stepping in front of the full-length mirror to check his collar. Vivian stood near the door, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She felt invisible amidst the corporate machine, a painted doll brought along to legitimize the King's throne. She looked at her reflection in the glass wall—the stark white dress, the severe updo, the pale skin. She looked like a ghost waiting for execution.

I squinted my eyes and looked toward the source of that shout. Across the road, Daniel stood beside a car. His suit was wrinkled. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a layer of stubble on his chin. He looked grim and disheveled, a far cry from his once-refined and noble self. He stormed across the street in long strides and shoved the young actor aside while reaching out to drag me with him. "You're coming home with me!"

After she snapped back to reality, she pulled out her phone, transferred 50,000 dollars to me, and said haughtily, “This is your allowance for the month. I expect you to be available whenever I call. Can you handle that?” “Of course, Ms. White! You can count on me. My line is always open. I’ll be ready whenever you call.” I stood straight. Though my words were subservient, my posture remained composed and steady. I knew Bella would not appreciate an excessively groveling attitude. Tears welled up in Bella’s eyes. She turned and walked quickly away. Seeing that I had actually agreed to be the substitute for Bella’s boyfriend, Eliana hurriedly grabbed my arm.

A door that required nothing borrowed, nothing stolen, nothing that left traces in blind zones or legacy layers. Gone. We move to contingency. Tonight. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

He was standing. She had expected this, the particular and specific choice of a man who understood the vocabulary of physical space and had decided, in advance, that he would not be sitting when she entered. Standing was the position of someone who had not settled, who had not made themselves at home, who was making the particular and specific statement that this was not their arrival but their visit, and visits, ended.

For three years, I've been the only woman Hayden Prescott, the heir of the most powerful family in Jinton, has eyes for. Then his long-lost fiancée returns. Three years ago, the Lawson family falls deep into debt. My father and older brother spike my wine and personally deliver me straight to Hayden's hotel suite. By the next morning, photos of me stumbling out of his room with my clothes in disarray are circulating all over Jinton. Everyone brands me a shameless gold digger who will stop at nothing to marry into the powerful Prescott family. But Hayden doesn't cast me aside. When reporters mob me, he pulls me into his arms and shields me from the cameras. When a high fever leaves me be

"Um, yes. Good morning ma'am. That's me and what I'm here for." Finally, she looks up and seems to run her eyes over the length of me before she says, "It's a good thing you're not late. Please, sit over there and wait with the gentleman and ladies. They're also here for the same position." And without further ado, places her head back right down and keeps on typing furiously.