The Stand Novels & Stories

“It’s over! You’re never going to see him again. He lives in the U.S and you’re now in London. For heavens sake you don’t even know his freaking name.” I could write a poem about why i needed to delete that one night event out of mind and recite it over and over in a desperate attempt to forget it all. But I barely had time for that so instead, I muttered the same old words over and over, reminding myself to forget it all. “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.” “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.”

Jade's eyes brimmed with tears as she cried, "No, let me go." Stacy laughed, "Did you really think you could run from me? Jade, no one can save you from me today." Under Stacy's instruction, the men lifted Jade who could barely stand and held her by her arms. Jade closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks as Stacy reached out her hand to burn her face with the iron. However, a sudden commotion and footsteps caught Stacy's attention and her eyes quickly darted to the door. Right at that moment a big stone was thrown at her.

The door opened again, revealing Stella and Mom. "Gosh, Eli!" Stella exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "Mom, Stella..." Mom rushed to my side and hugged me tightly. "I thought something terrible had happened to you. You fainted, right?" "Yes, but I'm okay now." "Did you and Cassian fight?" Stella asked, her eyes filled with concern. "Just a little argument. What do you expect? He questioned me about the video. It clearly showed me kissing a masked man in a dark place," I explained.

Drakes POV Ten security guards sealed off the reception hall, trapping me in their center with a heavily built guy who looks like a heavyweight champion. I’m guessing that he is their best soldier, and they have chosen him to take me out. I have a fully loaded gun safely hidden at the back of my suit I also have a knife strapped to my ankle, which could do some damage if needed. But as I focus my eyes on the pathetic fools, I knew it would be a waste if I pulled out my gun on them. Using my knives or any other weapon would be too messy. So I decided to use my fist instead. Trust me, when I’m done with these idiots, they would all wish I’d pulled my gun on them instead.

"Kyle, I heard Emily spoils that stand-in rotten. Mansions, luxury cars—she lets him smash and burn them for fun." "Those are things worth millions. Our families can't even afford to buy them." "Yeah, and he's just a stand-in. If you went back, Emily would worship the ground you walk on. She might even give you shares in the Kelley Group."

There's a wave of anger in me burning brightly and waiting to explode but I think I can hold it in for a few more minutes. I smelled his roll-on. And yes, it's him. My lover from the one-night stand. That's his smell. I remember it like I do the marks on my hand. But I was filled with anger, which was just what I needed to get the hurt and confusion down for a bit. What I needed to face this interview head-on.

… I went to the public phone booth and dialled the familiar number once again, expecting no one to pick up like before. But to my surprise, before I could even say anything, a voice—both strange yet familiar—came through. The voice said, "Hello, this is Joseph Coleman. How can I help you?" It turned out that Joseph wasn't dead at all.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

Stand and fight just once, injure them badly enough and they will leave you be to lick their wounds and stir clear from you. "Or what will you do? Fight me. I will beat you mercilessly." Stanley taunts. "You clearly are not the first or the last to underestimate me because of my size and no need for bragging, all you have to do is throw the first punch." Penn offered. Stanley looked torn for a minute before his expression cleared. "You are not worth it."

Nothing special, he thinks of me like the other girls he's had, but it excites me! I turned to the window and saw Stan standing outside watching me. He is waiting for me! He is serious! Looks like I'll run off Kobie later to join Stan. His eyes are really mysterious and dangerous. He was just staring at me. Who are you really Stan Elthen Indelcio apart from being a student, rich son, and member of a group, *** I'll leave it to you but now Stan and I are in the Rapture Hotel, in a room kissing and without clothes.