Substitute Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She kept pouting, and sighing repeatedly. "Lillian," I called softly, but she didn't respond. "Lillian!" I said louder, and she jerked out of her thoughts. "What?" "Are you okay?" I asked gently. "You seem too quiet. Is this about what happened with Dustin?" "It's not about that," She replied, shaking her head. "It's about your conversation with your mother." "What about it?" I inquired, my voice laced with confusion. "You said you would never love any woman other than Jessica," She answered, sadness creeping into her voice. "It's just a reminder that I'm just a substitute. And you don't really have feelings for me."

I looked at it for a while…then decided to open it as it might be a clue from Harriet’s abductor. “Aaaah!” I screamed and threw the card upon pulling it from the envelope as it was written in blood. My whole body was shaking. I heard footsteps towards me. When I looked down at the card, a text was written: How the hell are you still alive, Harriet? The next thing I knew, there’s gunshots fired towards the house.

I had thought we would never have a connection in real life, but here he was, proposing to me at my most embarrassing moment. Even if I had to be a substitute, I still wanted to be by his side. I looked into his eyes. He seemed serious, not joking. I nodded and said, “Okay, it’s a deal.” When Ethan heard me, he let out a laugh. He closed his eyes and pulled me closer. We started kissing in the backseat of the car. Even though I knew that to him, I was just a substitute for some she-wolf he loved, I was still willing to be his mate.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

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His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

"Now get on. We have ten minutes to kill a god." As we ride toward the plant, my phone buzzes. One message from an unknown number. A photo of a sonogram. Underneath it, one word: SUCCESSOR. Is the baby a clone, or the final piece of the sequence?

However, there was no trace of Eva. Sliding down the glass, he sank to the floor in exhaustion. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through their old chat. At first, Eva had shared everything with him, but he had never replied. All he replied with was: [Stop bothering me.] Over time, their messages grew fewer and fewer. Now he typed again and again into the empty chat box. [Eva, where are you? I miss you so much.] Though the only thing he got in return was red exclamation marks.

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...