Substitute Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

With Valentine's Day just three days away, I simply assumed that she was planning a surprise for me. I tried to suppress my excitement, but my curiosity got the better of me. So, when Celine wasn't paying attention, I tried to unlock her phone. I keyed in our birthdays, our son's birthday, and even our wedding anniversary. But unfortunately, none of the password combinations worked. I told myself she was just trying to keep me from ruining the surprise. That would explain why she had been acting so mysteriously. To keep the surprise hidden, she even went as far as to change the password on her phone.

“Isn’t that how you used to do it? It’s the same thing, just with a little more enthusiasm. Use your tongue, then remove his clothes…” “Remove… his…?”

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

The hanging crystal chandelier mirrored the light that came from the moon outside, casting slivers of subtle colors around the bed. This almost felt romantic, but I knew better than to think like that. My childhood innocence and dreams had long been gone, taken away by the cruelty of my world. I knew there was something better somewhere. But I’d be too naive to think this marriage was going to give me that. After all, I was just a trade off for peace. I’m not even sure if I’m a worthy trade off. The lycans didn’t bargain for me. I was just the substitute bride.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

"Mm." "About the word substitute." She looked at the window. The light. The way the city looked from here, at this hour, the specific quality of a Sunday morning seen from this height. "I spent a long time thinking of myself that way. Not just here. Before all of this. The substitute daughter. The one who was there when the one who mattered wasn't." He was quiet. The listening kind of quiet.

But Felicia wasn't afraid she even smiled mockingly and said " what didn't I spoke the truth ?" Cici moved forward but Chelsea stopped her " That's right after all other than miss Clodis who else know that the life of a substitue is far better than the original , don't you Miss Clodis?" What Chelsea said struck the painful nerve of Felicia making her face green then red but she understood she couldn't win against Chelsea therefore she could only snort in an unlady like way and leave .

But halfway through carrying her off, he suddenly turned back and tossed a sentence at me. "If you’re that ungrateful, then get lost. I’ve found a better replacement—no need to keep a filthy, disobedient, defective product like you around!" Alana had just come of age, her mind still immature, and since she had never seen Helen in person, her excitement led her to truly believe this woman was her mother. But Alex was different. What he valued was that this woman looked even more like Helen—and had a younger, fresher body. In a way, it was almost… “devotion,” wasn’t it?

Just like that! Brute!