Blank Spin Wheel Novels & Stories

It was crazy how such little actions made his insides take turns to do back flips, summersaults and every acrobatic move they could think of. “You-” Simultaneously, they jumped at the sound of the loud blaring horn coming from the car behind them. They looked up and noticed the traffic light had flashed a green. “Oh, shit,” Seb said aloud, grabbing the steering wheel. Immediately, he switched the car on, bit his lip and offered Alex one final glance. Much to his surprise, he caught Alex still staring and smiling at him. Feeling the familiar butterflies erupt in his stomach, he quickly looked away and directed his attention towards the road.

“What is it covered in” “Swarovski pink and white diamonds”, coos Meme. “Spin bought it at the motor show last year when they were showcasing his new bike design. You know, like the one he made you, Lala. He’s selling those for like two hundred and fifty grand a piece”! “Good for him”, I said as I climbed into the car. “Come on Jonny”, I called as I hit the garage door remote to open it. Jonny climbs in, “Courtney, watch Gabby. We’ll be back”!

All of them were intricately designed. The Ellenean colleague who used to tease Timothy nudged him with an elbow and joked in Floran, "You should thank me! Without my help, how would you have married our little princess?" Timothy smiled. "So how should I thank you?" The colleague grinned. "You're planning to have a petal patrol during the wedding, right? I want to join in." I couldn't help but laugh and replied in Floran, "Sure. I'll let you join the petal patrol."

"Are you really a blind masseuse? Then use your hand to feel this. What is it?" Upon hearing the recruiter's request, I could only extend a quivering hand. All I could feel was… … My name was Faye Winters. Three years ago, when I was still studying at university, my older sister, Savannah Winters, called me on the phone. She had grown up blind. Apparently, she had gotten hired as a masseuse for Oceanica Cruise. A day's paycheck working on the cruise was worth ten thousand dollars. If she were to work there for a year or two, she'd be able to earn enough money for us to buy a house of our own in Seatrice City.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Franklin gave them a cunning smirk before he went inside the wheel cart with Blair. “Well, let us go Lord Gavin!” Finn yells as he pulls an uncomfortable Gavin inside the cart. “Have fun, Clara.” Those are Gavin’s last words before he sat next to Finn and their cart started moving. An empty cart stopped in front of me as the man helped me hopped inside. “Room for one more?!” A voice shouted from outside the gates. A man, around Blair and Gavin’s age perhaps, was holding a white ticket to the ferris wheel. All the carts were full and the only seat was next to me.

I could feel what he was feeling, hear what he was thinking, and joy sprang up in my chest at the thought. I swallowed nervously and broke eye contact first—this was not the way to feel about him, or any man at all. Heck, I barely even recognized his existence until this night, and I'm sure I would have never known he existed if this night hadn't ended up the way it had. Then I noticed that with Alexander's distraction, the white horse had stopped trotting. It whinnied and looked up at us, as though to urge us on. "Alex," I whispered. "The horse has stopped."

Wilson's profile had already been added to the list of eight and some of them, recognizing him, glanced in his direction. While the betting went on both inside and outside the underground platform, The host, Horr, left to meet a few men standing at the bar to enquire and ensure that the streaming was already ongoing and there were no issues with it. After satisfying his curiosity, he walked back and smiled gas he waited for another ten minutes. Ten minutes later, Horr spoke up again. "Alright! Without any further ado, it is time to spin the wheel!" Immediately, a wheel appeared out of thin air and was hanging midair beside Horr, who placed his hand on it. He looked at the wheel and the peopl

He controlled his pinwheel to follow the escaping blonde again. Darrion stopped high in the sky. Then he looked down to see the pinwheel that was still heading his way. He was faster, so their distance was quite much that he could observe the spinning flare while taking a breather. He saw something bursting from each side of it, and it was seen more like sparksparks of fireworks than the previous hot mist it was spewing. Darrion raised his brows and thought it was weird. "What is he doing?" Darrion wondered out loud.

(Olandria’s POV) The question stayed there. Not in the air… but somewhere deeper. It was like it had settled under my skin instead of just hanging between us. What should the rabbit do? I stared at the canvas, but I wasn’t seeing it clearly anymore. The colors had started to shift from chaos into something almost… intentional. Dark blues bleeding into muted reds, streaks of orange cutting through like something trying and failing to break free. It wasn’t something I could name, but it felt like something pulled in two directions and refused to tear.