Still Standing Book Novels & Stories

he asked. "I like all of them," she cooed, beaming. Andrew smiled indulgently and passed a black card to the sales associate. "We'll take everything she picked." The associate took the card with a bright grin and went to ring it up. I stood right in front of Andrew, but he still didn't recognize me. His gaze landed on me, distant and cold. When he spoke, his tone was pure contempt. "Who are you? Stop blocking the mirror. You're in the way. We're trying to check the fit."

But not all were broken. A few stood. Unsteady. Pale. But upright. Their eyes were haunted. Breathing shallowly. But they hadn’t shattered. Elarion’s gaze swept across them. Some met his eyes. Most didn’t. One boy leaned against a pillar, jaw clenched, blood smeared along his sleeve where he’d wiped his mouth. A girl stood barefoot, trembling, arms wrapped tightly around herself—but she was still standing. They were the ones who made it. The ones who passed.

I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. " Sorry, Mrs. Yolanda " I called her not knowing what to call her precisely. " Oh honey, call me Yola" she simply smiled. " Sorry for disturbing Yola, I just wanted some water " " You didn't disturb me at all, here" she said lending me a glass of water and I took a sip. Something caught my attention near the kitchen entrance, a small stand near the door, it has a picture of what it seems like four people. I walked to it and grabbed it, there was a light skin guy hugging Yolanda from the back and two teenagers in front of them. The boy with black hair and green eyes smiled while the girl with the same green eyes and curly black hair looked annoyed.

"You're not worthy at all! You don't deserve Cole's or Finn's love, and you're not worth me wasting a single thought on you! "From the very beginning, I was the one they were supposed to love! You were just my stand-in, a thief who stole what wasn't hers!" In the picture, ten-year-old Cole and Finn stood on either side of a girl standing between them. She was tilting her head and smiling at the camera. The girl wasn't me, but she looked so much like I had back then, with the same bright eyes and dimple at the corner of her mouth. As I held the photograph, my hands started shaking violently.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

Nothing. Only the whispers cursed, cursed girl echoing inside my head, whether anyone said them out loud or not. The last of the dirt hit the ground with a dull thud. That was it. They were gone. And I was still here.

Nancy helped herself with a glass of water after which she went ahead to fill her jug with water from the tap. She was about to leave the kitchen when she heard a loud sound of something shattering on the floor. Nancy stopped in her tracks, staring at nothing in particular. The noise was followed by another sound of something shattering on the floor again. Looking very concerned, She placed her jug on the table and proceeded to the where the noise was coming from. The adjoined door. She opened the door and her eyes widened at what she saw. Her Boss's only son stood beside the counter, holding a knife which he was staring at as though he wanted to end his life.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate