Substitute Novels & Stories

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.

"Sir. Your pain management supply from Tuesday's delivery. The lab flagged it." I stopped with one sleeve half on. "Flagged how?" “The tablets are identical in appearance. Same markings, same coating. But the compound inside isn’t what the label claims.” “A slow-acting agent, cumulative, Small doses over several weeks, gradually weakening your respiratory function and disrupting your heart rhythm in a way consistent with—” “Yes sir,” It would have appeared to be complications from your original injury.” I sat perfectly still. Behind me, Elena shifted in the bed, but I didn’t turn.

She had closed her book. "What did she say to you Irina." "Neo-" "What did she say." She had sighed. "Look, she was very.. Clear. About what this whole thing is and is not. She made sure I understood that Anna is the original and I'm basically the off-brand substitute holding shelf space until the real thing is back." She tilted her head. "Her words were a lot more elegant, but that was the gist." Neo's jaw did that tiny clench it sometimes did. "She said that to you."

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...

The Substitute Bride Kourtney's POV I'm so nervous that I feel like my heart is going to come out of my rib cage, while it's beating so damn fast. "Why are they taking so long ?!" Irritated, I asked one of my guards. "They are on their way back here, Miss." He answered me without any emotion visible in his voice. "Are you sure ?! Because it feels like they're on their way here, since forever!" Due to great frustration, I couldn't stop myself from drinking another shot of whiskey, this time I didn't bother to transfer the alcohol to my glass. I drank it straight from the bottle.

The air was cold and damp. “I married her because she looks like you. Her face, the way she dances, they’re exactly the same as yours. The moment I heard news about you again, I flew to Moscovia. “I stood in the snow for hours, and what I got in return was you wearing an engagement ring! Elizabeth, your happiness can only be with me. This time, I won’t let you leave again!” Hearing him say it himself that I was just a substitute and then declare his love to my aunt so forcefully, I felt both sorrowful and absurd.

He left at the wee hours of the morning when she still asleep to get her clean underwear and to also get breakfast but when he returned she was gone. *** sorry for the late update. The Substitute Bride is coming to an end soon and I want to say thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me from the beginning even though I couldn't update as often I'd like to. please hang in there and I hope you'll continue to support Rella and Stefan's journey.

I asked him in a threatening manner. "Boss, I promise I will try my best to solve it as soon as possible. But it still will take two weeks, " He said with a wary face. "Okay, But remember if this job takes more than 2 weeks, even a second, I will replace you," I warned him. "Yes, Boss." He said.

My obsession with Sebastian Royce was a legend among our social circle. Had he asked for a raw pearl from the seabed, I would have leapt off into the ocean to retrieve it. When he bid at an auction, I would throw millions away without a second thought—all just to catch a flicker of a smile on his face. Even when Sebastian flaunted his other women in front of me, I’d still crawl back to him like a starry-eyed fool. Everyone around us burned with frustration on my behalf. “Cynthia Stone, you’re an heiress to a fortune! Why on earth are you humiliating yourself over that jerk?” I would simply shake my head, a soft smile on my lips. “You guys don’t get it.” That was till the night Sebastian suff