Still Standing Book Novels & Stories

Selene’s POV Bowen is standing when we arrive. This is notable because Edna has been waging a campaign against Bowen standing for longer than necessary since his collapse four months ago, a campaign he has been losing on purpose while pretending to take it seriously. The fact that he is standing in the library with a book open on the table and the specific posture of a man who has found something and cannot contain the finding tells me whatever he wants to show us required him to be on his feet.

I stood there, watching him go, feeling the cold of the forest seep into my bones. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. But I’d made my stand. And I’d be ready for whatever came next.

Cassie’s POV I stood in front of the massive mansion, its towering pillars and sprawling grounds as familiar as they were overwhelming. Nostalgia swept through me in a wave I wasn’t prepared for. This place had once been my sanctuary, but also my cage. Compared to my small condo, this was paradise, yet I had left it behind because I couldn’t breathe here. My mother never supported my dream, so I chose to chase it alone. Now, with my career in shambles, I wondered if walking away had been worth it.

I've known that for twenty years. Callum looked at the document. He looked at the name on page fourteen. He said it out loud. It sat in the hotel room and didn't move. Zara looked at Richard. He's still alive, she said. Yes. He's still connected to Arch Global. Richard looked at Callum.

Little by little, I learned how to truly love someone too. The year my first son was born, Suzanna died. I heard that a residential building near the military district caught fire, trapping more than forty children inside. Suzanna was the first person to rush in. She carried more than a dozen children out of the flames. The last time she went back inside, the fire intensified. She never came out. In a daze, I remembered something from many years earlier. Not long after our engagement, Suzanna had stood before her sister’s grave and spoken to me with complete seriousness.

~Zion’s POV~ I didn’t fucking tell her offense numbers 2, 3, and 4. What is this? Why the fuck did that bitch kiss me? Now I’m in trouble. I hoped this cold water would cool me down, but suddenly the urge to ride solo rushed in like lightning. But then an idea flooded in, and right now I am going to ride solo right in front of her. Water was dripping off my body as I came out of the bathroom and headed to the room without a towel on. My cock swung from my right thigh to my left. I saw her heated face and smiled. It’s fucking working. I then stood not far from her, making sure she could see everything that was happening. She was currently reading a book. I could tell she was currently using t

So far, it's still like that. I stood up and went to the window near the ground. It had stopped raining. Leaning on the porch, my hand involuntarily rested on my stomach. I feel here there is life growing up day by day. I will give birth to you; I will let you be born! Believe in Mom! " I whispered.

Guys, please read it before jumping towards the story. Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book.

Randell stands Still for quite a while, shocked. He can’t believe that Jonathan will imprison himself inside the book. Why would he do that? What is that he is planning? Knowing Jonathan, every action that he made -even in the face of adversity- always leads to something. He can’t believe it, somehow Jonathan still outwitted him even in the last second, just when he thought that he already got him, but he is mistaken. No matter, he thought, even though Jonathan escaped him, in the end, he still left the book. Never him, whatever he is planning, I can deal with it later, for now, what matters is he got the book.

I heard him sighed with satisfaction on his face before he looked up to me again, "I'll get ice for your knees. They might get swollen later." I nodded at Ezekiel before he stood up and turned his back on me. His every movement was fast, like he didn't want me to follow him. When Ezekiel left, I glanced over at the book on the only standee at the corner. What was that? It looks so thick, old, and very special to have its own standee.