Stand-in Novels & Stories

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.

After Poppy Steele, the heiress of the Steele family, loses her sight, my brother, Trevor Nott, breaks off their engagement and moves abroad. Left with no other choice, my parents ask me—their adopted son—to replace Trevor as a form of compensation. I take meticulous care of her for five years until she regains her sight. Just as she is about to marry me, Trevor appears at the wedding holding a bouquet of flowers, gets down on one knee, and confesses his love to her. The usually aloof Poppy bursts into tears. She throws away her wedding ring and runs to him, asking why he has only shown up now. I instantly become the laughingstock. I don't make a fuss, though. I change out of my suit a

Signing is like speech and is used instead of speaking. When Abby saw that she was trying tell her something, she thought the unthinkable. She had no desire to look at her and said impatiently, "don't do that, I can't understand you." Susan did not get angry. She sat there motionless she reached for her bag and took out her small book and pen and wrote in her book, "Hank told me you lived here."

’ He apologized. ‘Oh, it’s fine. You are invited. Have your seat please.’ I replied gesturing to the chair. ‘oh, this is my partner Sergei Ivanovich Orlov. He is our international public relations officer.’ He gestured at the plum man standing by his side. ‘and this is Viktor Dmitri Belov, he is our lawyer. He will be in charge of our legal works here today.’ I extended my hand for a handshake. ‘nice to meet you, Mr Sergei Ivanovich Orlov.’

It was fifee when it was onl he and his son but then he wouldn't want her to feel uncomfortable at the least by chastity's presence. He walked to one of the chairs and sat heavily on it, running his hand through his hair. Aria stood in front of him and refused to move an inch away from where she was standing. Jacob didn't notice it at first because he was lost in his thoughts but then he rose his head and was shocked to still see her standing there like she was some statue. "Is anything the problem? Why are you Standing there like you were asked to remain there?" He wondered aloud with his eyes glued on her.

“Do you get it? I didn’t come here to ask you to- No. I only came here to tell you what happened between us was nothing but a mistake. A one night mistake. One that’s never going to happen again. Never ever. So do not even think of getting any weird ideas in your head.” “Weird ideas?” He finally shifted his gaze from his phone, assuring me he was indeed listening to my rants. “You seem to be mistaken. You are the one having weird ideas here. Not the other way round.” “Excuse me?” “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?” He dropped his phone and immediately took a step towards me, having me take two away from him. “I don’t care about what happened between us. It was a one night stand

Even as we pulled away, Sara’s tear-streaked face burned in my memory. If only there was a better way to bring her into the picture. But right now, keeping her a secret felt like the only way to protect her. --- The car rolled into Sebastian’s estate, stopping at the grand entrance of his mansion. He stood waiting on the front steps, casually dressed in a fitted black shirt and tailored slacks. For a man who lived behind layers of power and intimidation, he looked disarmingly approachable like this. When his eyes found mine, he smiled. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Kara apologized as she slowly approached them. Stan got on his feet to reverence the presence of the governor but Stacy remained sitting holding her cup of drink to her face.

"Okay, what do you want to trade for the space? I have to eat now. Haven't had anything since last Tuesday.” Stand shook his head as he folded his arms. "I ain't giving up my space for nothing.” He froze and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Unless, you let me have you for one night, Mira.” I could sell my body to anyone for drugs or food… or anything really, but Stan was where I drew the line. “Not happening, Stan." “Come on," Stan whined. “I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice."