Stand-in Novels & Stories

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

After Samantha lost her twin sister, she blamed their parents. She became a rebel, always going against what they wanted and said until they got tired of her rebellious ways and Sent her to Greystone's Institute for the rich revolutionary and delinquent kids. She met kids like her who were misunderstood and neglected, with a promise not to have anything to do with the other kids. She was always alone doing things to make the other kids detest her until she conversed with another kid. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, he stood up, and I watched as he towered over my sleeping form; he stretched out his hand to help me up; I took it to you, and he pulled me up “So that you know, you are not alone; whatever the reason came here doesn’t matter; having friends is important. If bunches of misunderstood kids couldn’t even help one another out, who else would help them?” he said and left. And then she discovered that her online crush, who had always professed his 'love' for her despite never meeting, is someone closer than she thought, someone she finds annoying and obnoxious in real life. Lonewolf: a lot of things here and there, but I’ll be online more often now. I heard you missed me EM: You know I would miss you before disappearing. Were you trying to do out of sight, out of mind? Lonewolf: XD did it work, though? EM: nope, haven’t you heard? Lonewolf: that? EM: distance makes the heart fonder Lonewolf: you mean distance makes the heart grow fonder? EM: Yeah that

Autumn Banks was an average college student finishing up her last year before she would graduate with her masters in psychology. She was smart. Her education was everything to her. Until one crisp cool evening changed the course of her life entirely.

"I want to do things to you. Things only a man can do to a woman." he breathed on her neck. "I want to touch you in places that will make your toes curl. I want to have your body pinned under me in my bed. I want to pleasure you until the only thing you can think of is my name. I want to rake my hands all over your naked body and have you beg me for more. I want to hear you chant my name like a spell Allison. That is what I want to do to you." He finally pulled away and looked at her face. He smiled at her flushed and dumbstruck expression. Her lips parted like she is going to say something but no word left her lips. She opened her mouth again and closed it. "Breath." he said to her "Wh...you ... how...I". She closed her mouth again not knowing what to say. ********* A man who is used to getting whatever he wants, he lacks nothing; women, power, money, fame. Promiscuous and unfeeling, he will do anything to get what he wants Allison's only sister has been recently diagnosed of leukemia and a lot of money is needed for her treatment or she might die. Out of desperation, Allison finds herself in the office of the cold CEO seeking for a high paying job as one of his employees but the CEO has another job for her. Will he take pity on her? Will he make her do something against her will? Will she go any length to save her sister? Or will they find something they didn't expect from each other?

For six years, I was the perfect wife. I ironed the linen. I cut the roses. I swallowed every humiliation with a smile. And told myself that patience was the same thing as strength. I was wrong. When my husband sat me down at my own dinner table and ordered me to apologize to his mistress—The woman he had been choosing over me, openly, for years—something inside me didn't Break. It crystallized. I picked up my bag. I walked out into the Detroit Cold. And three blocks later, standing under a streetlamp on East Jefferson, I made a phone call that shattered everything I thought I knew about myself. My name is not what he called me. I am not the powerless orphan he laughed at as I walked out his door. I am not the woman with nowhere to go and no one waiting for her. I am Serena Caldwell—lost daughter of a billionaire empire, heiress to legacy twenty years in the making. And the last woman my husband ever should have humiliated at her own table. He thought discarding me was the easiest thing he had ever done. He had no idea it was the last mistake he would ever make. I spent six years being invisible. Now I am coming back—not as the broken wife he betrayed, but as the woman who will dismantle everything he built, brick by brick, until there is nothing left but the echo of his own arrogance. He wanted me gone. He has no idea what gone look like yet.

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.

After blowing through 15 million, which was my wedding gift from the Masons, I turned myself in for marriage fraud. That was when the housekeeper's daughter, Hannah Castillo, panicked. On May 5th, Castillo Enterprise and Mason Group were set to unite through marriage. I was meant to be the bride, but instead, I was locked away in a dark storage room. By the time I fought my way to the ceremony, Hannah had already finished the wedding using my identity. I went onstage and said I was the Castillos' real daughter, only to be questioned by everyone in the company. The reason was simple: Hannah had been using my name and status openly inside the company for the past six months. Hannah kicked me to the ground and sneered, "You're the housekeeper's kid! How dare you make a scene!" Before I could pull out any proof, the bodyguards Hannah hired dragged me out and dumped me on the road. A car ran into me, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the wedding.

"You either walk away now," Aiden said, his voice sharp and cutting, "or you stay and deal with the consequences." Tristan's chest tightened as he met Aiden's gaze, the challenge blazing in his dark eyes. Every instinct told him to run, to leave before things spiraled out of control, but his feet wouldn’t move. “What’s it gonna be, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low, almost taunting. “Because if you stay, there’s no turning back. You won’t just be here. You'll be mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought... mine!" ...... Even before they became stepbrothers, Aiden and Tristan had never been on good terms, not since high school. Tristan couldn’t have imagined that the arrogant guy he despised—the same one he hated with passion—would one day become his stepbrother, a fact he refused to acknowledge. But after a drunken night led to an accidental , something shifted in Aiden. He began to see Tristan differently, from an angle far removed from brotherhood. It enraged him. He fought to keep hating him, to remind himself how wrong it was. Yet, the harder he tried, the more he missed him. The more he wanted him.

They say that love heals all….but what happens when the other half of your soul is torn away from you???What happens when you have not even begun your life and then you are all alone?Would you sell your soul to the Devil for a chance to be re-united with your love again? Would you take on the bargain with the Devil so that you might get a chance to find your soul-mate once more?Seventeen year old Aithusa, does that. She becomes a demonic creature from a normal human being selling her soul for eternal slavery just for the sake of her love. She becomes a Succubus for more than a millennia becoming a sexual slave for Hell only to forget her ordeals every twenty years and start afresh. But what happens when her love is finally in front of her and she has no memory of him? What happens when it turns out that the Devil has done nothing but tricked her into forgetting the only one for whom she had sold her soul?Will she remember who she was? Who she is? Will her love make her soul whole again and bring it back from the clutches of hell?

After the heated kiss, Sebastian's expression softened, his eyes still burning with desire. "I wasn't avoiding you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "I just want you to focus on your studies, not me all the time. You're a topper, baby," he said, a hint of pride in his tone. "And if you don't score well, I'll think it's because of me." His gaze locked onto hers, intense and serious. "In college, we should remain like professors and students—professional and detached. But outside..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You can consider me your boyfriend, husband, friend... Daddy." **** "Adeline!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion. But as he wrapped his arms around her, she distanced herself, her body language screaming rejection. "Sebastian, don't," Adeline warned. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been worried sick, imagining the worst, and feeling helpless. It's been three agonizing days since I last saw you, and I've been unable to focus on anything." Adeline remained silent, "What's wrong, Adeline? You're scaring me," he pleaded. "I'm pregnant," she stated. Sebastian's face lit up with joy, his eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, Adeline! We're going to be parents!" he exclaimed. But his happiness was short-lived, as Adeline's next words shattered his dreams. "I'm going to abort this child," Adeline declared. Sebastian's world crumbled around him, his heart shattering into a million pieces. "But before I do, I wanted to tell you," Adeline continued. "That's why I'm here—to end this chapter of our lives and move on." Adeline's voice dripped with finality. "Everything between us ends with this child," she declared.