Lost Plot Twist Novels & Stories

I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. Their eyes widened. They think I've lost my mind. Tears threatened to spill, but I forced myself to stay composed. "H-he has a gun against my torso," I choked out. Arun and Sharon stiffened. They couldn't see it—it was hidden beneath my jacket. Darsh chuckled. "Tsk, tsk. Ava, you're ruining the game. That was supposed to be my big reveal!" He sighed dramatically. "Fine, chalo. Let's change the game."

"No wonder you always smell nice." Despite the initial embarrassment from Ms. Hark's scoffing, I felt relieved to learn that Chloe and the others don't care whether or not the things I use are branded. Everything went well the next day, and my health improved after a proper sleep. However, I never knew I'd lose something important before we returned to the city. ****************** "How could you lose your phone?" Grace yelled, typing and clicking on her computer while attempting to trace my phone via her laptop. "I... I thought I already placed it in my bag," I explained, still trying to rummage through my already-emptied bag.

He was Andre Steele… the school bad boy and he was talking to me! Me! The original Maia Hollywood! As cliché as it sounds, yes the school nerd and bad boy met each other and like any other cliché book you have read so far I was smitten by him. Very attracted in an unexplainable way. “So…” he began. “Where were you rushing out to? You seemed in a hurry.” It was then I recollected my thoughts. I was suppose to be in class ten minutes ago. “Shot! Thank very much for saving me but I have to go,” I gathered my books which had fallen to the floor. I feel him before I can hear him… he reaches out to caught my wrist but I was alright out of the scene.

She leaves. I wait a few more moments for the coast to be clear before I slide the pills out from under our tongue. I glance at the camera in the corner of the room as I come up with a way to get the pills out without the camera seeing. I lean against the counter the sink sits in as splash water on our face. As I run hands over our lips I spit the pills into them and make sure our body blocks the view of the basin as the pills slide down the drain. I need to find a better solution, some of it dissolved in my mouth already and now my vision is starting to blur. Must be the wolfsbane. My feet feel like lead as I drag them towards the bed. I practically fall into the bed and roll to my back.

I waited for several minutes to see Diana finally walk back into the car, happiness dawned on her features and she stepped in. "Did you see it?" "Yes it was lying there on the toilet floor" "Thank your stars that no one else saw it" I sighed in relief. It would have been awkward if the panties magically disappeared. "Yeah but you're the originator of this mistake" she cocked her to the right and stared at me. "I know" I rolled my eyes and leaned against the soft car seat. "Now tell me why are we rushing home?" she inquired more. "I'll spill the beans to you later" i replied plainly and picked up my phone.

She steadied herself, glancing briefly at the man who’d bumped into her, unaware of the glint of calculation in Abel’s eyes—or the hidden camera shuttering from a corner. Moments later, the transaction results appeared on the digital board in the lobby. Abel glanced up and froze. Plot 3… Winner: Caitlin. "You… when did you win Plot 3?" he asked, stunned. "Just now." Caitlin answered flatly. Zora’s team arrived just in time to see the results. Their team name beside Plot 1. Caitlin’s beside Plot 3. Seeing Caitlin’s name next to Plot 3 made Zora’s brain short-circuit for a second.

"It's not your fault. I was the one blind as a bat," I replied. "Had to learn it the hard way." Penelope's eyes turned to steel. "They're not slipping through the cracks." ... Days later, she updated me. "Herbert got bailed out, since corpse desecration doesn't carry a heavy sentence. It's a short leash, though. Oscar woke up and kicked him out. Their stock is in freefall. They're staring down bankruptcy."

It was the look he’d had when he explained the plan to kiss Liam. “We fix the narrative,” he said, his voice dropping. “Clara and Liam have teamed up. They’re painting me as a monster and Liam as an innocent victim. We change the story. We make it a love story.” I stared at him. “A love story.” “Yes.You and Liam. The real story. You’ve loved him for years. You reconnected. What happened between you was real. The warehouse meeting wasn’t a trap—it was a secret reunion. Clara is twisting a private romance into something sordid to hurt me.”

After it ended, they got into a huge, cutthroat quarrel about its plot even before setting foot outside of the cinema. They had placed a bet on who the murderer was half an hour into the movie. In the end, even though Vanessa turned out to be wrong, she still stubbornly believed that she had made the right call. She re-analyzed and scrutinized every clue she learned of before; still, she ended up with the same conclusion - that the real murderer was the one whom she had guessed. Julien explained that this was the actual plot-hole of the movie. Perhaps the scriptwriters did not want it to be an easy guess for the audience. Thus, he threw in another clue right before the movie's climax to turn

“As far as I know, not this year. I’m pretty sure someone would have gotten me in the loop.” I can always tell when Harper is shifting from the truth, and right now, I could tell that she was telling the truth. She knew nothing of what my family had planned for me. Since I had Harper with me now, maybe they have left me alone. Knowing she is a terrible liar, they might not have told her anything to avoid being exposed. “I thought maybe we could go have a picnic at the park where you saved me. Perhaps, cuddle up and enjoy the scenery. I love that park so much, and we haven’t been back there since that night.”