Blank Spin Wheel Novels & Stories

Just as I step forward a hand reaches out to grab me and I instinctively take a swing. “F*ck! I guess I deserved that, but seriously that f*cking hurt.” Robbie is holding his ear. He reaches out for me again as I move to step around him. “Don’t step in the circle. It’s the witch’s wheel. That totem is what is keeping us hidden and our scent blocked. Once you step through it you become a part of the spell. It is energized by each person that crosses into it and it’s permanently binding.” He gives me a pained look.

Natasha got bored with thinking of it and placed the money in the machine. Every time she pressed the button and the wheels spun a little excitement coursed itsway through her. The money was almost finished and it saddened Natasha that her chance had gone. There was a last spin left and She was almost at the point of bursting into prayer. Pressing the button Natasha held her breath as one wheel stopped, the second one the same, the third one…the odd one out. Natasha stared at the traitor of a third wheel. “No wonder they call something unwanted a third wheel.” Natasha said to whoever was

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, sweat seeping from my temples. Logan’s tone was calm but firm. "Check the mirrors. Turn the wheel early. Correct in time." I adjusted as instructed. The tires skimmed past the edge, barely clearing it. He nodded slightly, approval showing in his eyes. "Don’t be afraid of making mistakes. What matters is staying clear-headed and in control." I improved quickly. Under Logan’s guidance, I gradually grasped the rhythm and techniques of driving. I was already able to complete a series of maneuvers on my own.