Get Out Plot Twist Novels & Stories

"Alright! Get Out!" The loud yell forced another freeze into Gretel, as the loud words, from an unknown voice boomed loudly around her, stealing away her breath and inflicting upon her a harsh slap to her sanity. It took Green_One placing a hand on her own to help her return back to the world as thoughts of whether she had done something wrong or had violated some sort of code of conduct and committed some grievous and traitorous error, consumed her and left her empty with little else.

“Go through the front! Run to the black car at the end of the dock! The key’s inside—go!” “What about you?” Sarah cried. “I have to finish this chapter, Sarah. Run!” As Sarah fled, Dewangga turned to face Vivian, who still stood frozen. “The key is with Baskoro, Vivian. Go after him if you want,” Dewangga said coldly. “But for me, the story of the Surya family ends tonight.” He didn’t light the flame. It had been his final bluff—a plot twist designed to save Sarah. He dropped the lighter to the floor and walked past Vivian without a single glance back.

I held up the crystal lens. "Every detail." "Then let's move before he comes back." We slipped out of the study, moving like shadows through the familiar halls. Every corner felt like a trap. Every sound made my heart jump crazy. "How much farther?" Marcus asked. "Almost there. There is a servants' exit that leads to the kitchen garden." We rounded a corner and nearly crashed into two guards. "Hey! Stop!" Kael moved before I could blink. His fist connected with the first guard's jaw.

"Think on the bright side, Lorelei. Even though Rowena is gone, we're still young. After we're married, we'll have more children." No, we wouldn't. Spencer and I would never have children again. The night I found out the truth, I had already booked a flight abroad. This twisted relationship had to end. I held the urn in my hands and turned my head to look out the window. For a moment, it almost seemed like Rowena was waving at me. The car drove all the way to the Ford family's mansion, where Melanie was already waiting at the door. As soon as she saw Spencer, she pouted and playfully complained, "What took you so long? Courtney and I have been waiting for you forever."

It was a handkerchief. “Oh my God, no,” I whispered. Miguel staggered. His arms swung out, and his knees gave out. The figure caught him before he hit the ground and dragged him backwards out of the frame. A black van was waiting just outside the shot. The last thing we saw was the van’s sliding door snapping shut. I stumbled back from the screen like I’d been punched. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might tear through my chest. “Rewind it,” I said. “Rewind it now.”

Please be my most beautiful bride. I was so fed up with him that, in the end, Quentin had to pressure the Nolans to get Justin to stop with his antics. On the day we went to get our marriage certificate, as soon as Quentin and I arrived at the court, someone blocked our way. It was Alice. She looked rather pitiful. "Quentin, don't be fooled by Viola. She loves Justin and has always wanted to get back together with him. Be careful—or you’ll lose her to Justin."

"Next time, use your head. If something looks like a gift, make sure it isn't a trap." She didn't look back. The door closed behind them. The room instantly felt lighter. Like someone had finally lifted a weight off everyone's chest. I shut off the projector and walked to the window. Down below, a white charter bus sat in front of the building. The engine hummed softly. The driver leaned against the door, scrolling through his phone. Behind me came a burst of footsteps and laughter. The senior employees were pouring out of the elevators. Every one of them had luggage.

"B-but how could you possibly have so much money? This makes no sense at all!" At that moment, the bitterness in my heart finally lifted. "Because I won the lottery! Nothing too impressive—just 200 million dollars after taxes." The four of them looked stunned, staring at me with their mouths wide open. By the time I climbed into the Mercedes and drove away, they were still standing there in a daze, completely unable to process what had just happened. Yet I underestimated how shameless they were. They must have gotten the address from the deed, because they actually showed up at my house on New Year's Eve.

"What are you doing here, Giselle? It's working hours. Are you skipping work?" I almost laughed. I had already resigned a full day ago, yet he didn't even know. "I've already resigned." He didn't believe me. His brows furrowed tightly. "What, yesterday's breakup wasn't enough? Now, you're pretending to resign, too? Stop it, Giselle. This is getting out of hand." Chelsea's eyes rolled slightly as she chimed in with a fake tone. "Benny, she must've realized she was wrong and followed us here to apologize."