Substitute Novels & Stories

“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…?”

Under the stage light, the beautiful girl in a white dress, each of her long slender fingers placed on the keyboard, the corners of her lips bent a smile. The person in this picture is Lena, who left just before the wedding a year ago, and also the person Jack once loved. Although they are twins, Lisa and Lena are very different. Lisa was a little stupid when she was a kid, and Lena was brilliant. Lena was sent to piano lessons by her parents since she was a child, which was always the pride of her family, and Lisa was never able to improve. Although Lisa was not as stupid as when she was a child, Lena would still be better than she in every way if she were on the comparative scale. For this

Like Marcus would sound. "Difficult." His eyes stayed on his plate. "One of the workers died." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" I looked up. His blue eyes locked on mine. "Of course I am," I said. "Why wouldn't I be?" "Marcus told me once that workers were replaceable. That's how business works." Had Marcus really said that? God. What kind of person was my brother? "That's... I didn't mean..." I fumbled. "People aren't replaceable."

Belle smiled at me before going off to the bathroom. The telephone started ringing and I went to answer it. "Happy Blossoms, how may I help you?" "hi, I need a flower catering for my sister's wedding two days from now? Is that possible?" " ofcourse, just send me the location info on the HappyBlossoms email and I'll inform my boss about it" "OK thank you"

"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.

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Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

This time, I received a reply in less than an hour. Matt sent back an email, but he only replied three words: [Who are you?] There were only three words. However, I could feel that Matt should be in a panic! In case this was disclosed, it would definitely ruin everything that he has. I didn't know how to reply to his email at the moment, so I put the email on hold. Unexpectedly, Matt sent me another email: [How much do you want?] Although it was a coincidence to get a reply, I found that this method worked well.

Beatrice took a deep breath as she put down the flower she was holding on her sister's tombstone. She read the name printed on the monument and smiled. "I miss you," Beatrice said while looking at her sister's tombstone. "I miss you and wish you were with me now because I need your comforting hugs," Beatrice said, and her tears suddenly fell as she said those words. She really missed Margarett, and right now, she needed Margarett the most as everything that happens to her is all suck.

It was a text from my brother. 'Sis, I hope you have not forgotten about the balance of our rent. It's going to be the end of next month. Also, my tuition fee is due. Hoping to hear from you soon' I sighed after reading through the text. Messages like this always had me frustrated. Well, I guess I would have to talk to Connor to employ me real quick so I cant ake care of the choking bills...