Stand Wonder Of U Novels & Stories

Arielle Ward was 5”3’, a green-eyed, 29-year-old woman who had not enjoyed a single day of her life - at least as far as she can remember. For the 20 or so years that she could recall, she was always busy - barely sleeping for 5 hours a day, always studying, always working, always doing chores, always hustling. Finally, at 29, she became financially secure enough to take the first vacation of her life. She decided to go big as her first-ever vacation had happened so incredibly late.

Holding a bouquet of red roses, he whispered, "Stanley, where's my dream girl? Could you text her or something? Everyone's waiting." Stanley pulled out his phone and opened the WhatsApp group. He tagged W, asking, [Still not here?] Ding! A reply came from W. [I'm here.] She said she had arrived, but no one had seen her yet. Stanley stared at the letter "W" on his screen and asked again, [What does W stand for?] W replied, [It's my name.] Her name? W? Suddenly, Stanley's mind raced. The letter "W" could only mean one thing—Wendy!

"Kyle, I heard Emily spoils that stand-in rotten. Mansions, luxury cars—she lets him smash and burn them for fun." "Those are things worth millions. Our families can't even afford to buy them." "Yeah, and he's just a stand-in. If you went back, Emily would worship the ground you walk on. She might even give you shares in the Kelley Group."

But strangely enough, just as I was about to speak again, Natalie started squirming in my arms, insisting on getting down. Thinking that she might be feeling unwell, I asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Natalie?" "Mommy…" Natalie's clear voice rang out. "Daddy and Aunt Lynda… Marriage certificate." Her words weren't all that clear, but everyone present wasn't stupid. They immediately understood what she was trying to say. While still reeling from the shock, I realized that this was a golden opportunity, handed to me on a silver platter. Natalie had presented me with this rare opportunity. She would've taken that beating for nothing if I hadn't utilized it well.

She couldn't wrap her head around how he had built such a huge business empire in just three years. Britney kept swiping through more photos of Cole, her heartbeat accelerating for reasons she couldn't quite explain. A deep, tingling warmth rippled through her as she studied him. There were pictures of him, all of them were blurred or rough, standing at podiums delivering speeches at high-stakes meetings, accepting prestigious awards, and moving through elite party scenes.

"But thank you." She hung up and stood there a moment longer before heading inside, thinking of Serena's careful, unfailing kindness — the coffee, the concern, the genuine talent that made it so easy to want to believe every bit of it was real. Whatever the truth turned out to be, she suspected she was going to miss the version of this friendship she'd almost let herself believe in, once it was finally over.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

"Richard always told me his niece was a wild firework. Hard to control, expensive to maintain. But looking at you tonight, you look more like a deep ocean. Quiet. Hidden." "The media tends to exaggerate the worst parts of people for entertainment, grandfather," Alexander interjected smoothly, his fingers brushing lightly against Vivian’s shoulder, a gesture that looked affectionate but felt like an anchor keeping her in place. "Valerie has been an asset since the wedding. She understands the stakes." "Does she?" Arthur leaned back, his eyes narrowing into sharp slits. "We'll see. Let's eat. I find business is best discussed over raw meat."

If there was anything that wowed her the most, then it was his confidence. "You sure don't know how to sugarcoat things," she mumbled, still getting chills from his statement about them making another baby. Jayden was a product of their one night stand. No doubt he was their miracle baby. But this time around, any sex they have would definitely be intentional. "It's okay to want me to work harder for your trust just before anything deep goes on between us. I just want You to know that I won't give up on us." "Mom asked of you. She said I should greet you."

Elsa thought for a while, tilting her head to his side. "Well, you know that I am Stanley's bastard child, and everyone in the family looked down on me. It was really ridiculous. It was because Stanley couldn't restrain himself and hooked up with another woman even after getting married. Then how could they blame it on me? It should be me that regrets because I have such a father like Stanley!"