The Male Leads Were Stolen By The Extra Novels & Stories

But unity on paper was not the same as unity in the training yard at dawn, and the seams showed. The deepest seam ran between the two alphas. Torrhen and Garrett were both men used to leading, both men who’d held a pack together through impossible years, both men who loved the same woman as mate and daughter and could not quite agree on anything else. They were unfailingly courteous to each other, which was its own kind of problem, the careful courtesy of two wolves circling a question neither wanted to ask aloud. Whose pack was this now? Whose word was final? When Ashford and Ashwood became one, who led the one?

The men didn’t move. They just stared. Ilia stood at the center of them, fully naked, glowing like a second moon had dropped into the clearing. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and the way the water still dripped down her curves made every movement hypnotic. One of the younger men whispered, “She’s not real.” “She’s more than real,” another said behind him, voice thick with reverence. Caelan took another step forward. “Enough. All of you—back away.”

Lewis flipped through it and glanced at Josephine again. Josephine could vaguely make out a menacing glint in his eyes. He wouldn't stop her from filming the series just because she was acting in it with another man, would he? Lewis seemed not to care as he went through the script. He asked nonchalantly, "Who's the male lead?" Jay stepped forward, replying anxiously, "It's me, sir." Lewis looked at him, emotionless. He raised the script and asked, "Are both of you in this production?"

The film set buzzed with the same lethargic, hierarchical energy as always. The imminent arrival of the mysterious “second male lead” seemed to have had no impact on the routine of the established stars. In a privileged corner, the male lead, Jason Maxuel, held court. A group of young actresses and assistants surrounded him, their faces overflowing with feigned admiration as they listened—for the thousandth time—to him recount his “moments of glory” and exaggerated achievements in the entertainment world.

“The hunt is over. The film is captured.” Blake’s manager felt his forehead crease in confusion. “What do you mean? The lead male never stepped onto the sand. How could the shoot be finished?” “The Director found a new Alpha to lead the scene. The hunt went smoother than any I’ve seen. We’re heading home a half-day early.” The scout walked away with a crate of props, leaving the manager standing in the dust. Never would he have imagined—the brand, the director, and Ava Hart—all had the teeth to replace a wolf like Blake. How dare they!

Upon reaching the village of Tramiane, the four assassins brought the survivors under the care of head Amirah’s team to help them start anew. It may take a while but it was much better that way rather than handing them over to the royal guards who will surely torture them. “This mission is one of the easiest ones I finished. Kinda boring since we just had to run away.” Secora sighed as she laid her head on top of the table. She kind of felt disappointed because she was expecting more action especially since there were four of them gathered together for that particular mission. But only running away from the royal guards, just did not meet her expectation of thrill so the disappointment was v

The moment I barged into the room, all eyes were on me. "Sean, what kind of trash bag are you? You're really good at holding garbage. "Pray tell, when did I ever look disappointed?" The room fell completely silent, and everyone wore a different expression. Comments flashed before me rapidly. "Vanessa is so savage! I need her to teach me her ways." "Wait, I've never seen a female lead curse a male lead like that. How did the plot fall apart so badly?" "Fall apart? I think the plot is great."

There were originally two big scenes, and then some small scenes. Unexpectedly, the performance of the four actors was particularly outstanding. The shooting, which was supposed to take an entire day, was finished in just one morning. In addition to the lack of professionalism from the extras and light source, the roles of the four main characters were basically taken in one go. Putting Julian and Roseane aside, Eliza and Sachin were originally newcomers of the movie. Hudson was even ready to train them, but he didn't expect them to give him such a big surprise.

Nana got the role of the third female lead as she wished, and the second female lead was also a beautiful actress. The male lead was Iszard Lett. Kristen was not surprised. Iszard was young and had the temperament of a teenager. It was very appropriate for him to act as a high school student. As soon as Iszard arrived, he looked for Kristen, raised the phone in his hand, and made an invitation. 'Miss Healey, there are no our parts in the previous scenes. Let's play a game.' Kristen nodded. Playing a game was better than waiting.

"Jaden, are you still the first male lead? Do you know what you look like now? You look like a thief!" … After Jaden spoiled the scene many times, the set became eerily silent. No one, especially Jaden, his workers, and his fans, dared to breathe loudly, except Joanna and Director Freddie.