Short Plot Twist Stories Novels & Stories

she says between broken sobs, pulling away from Shawn. I climb off her lap and Melanie taps her shoulder. She scrambles over to cuddle with Melanie and shutters a calming breath. "She woke up, sobbing from a nightmare about us in the plane crash," Shawn chokes quietly and gently pulls me down in her lap. "I know we all agreed to this, but I felt like I was cheating when I woke up to someone who wasn't my wife." "Looks like you survived the beast Abbigail," I joke, wiping my eyes.

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.

Some still spun their poison, but others began rewriting the narrative. Painting Sophia as a survivor. A tragic heroine. A mother-to-be caught in a billionaire storm. It was damage control, but it was working. Barely. I stepped into my office and found the envelope waiting. No return address. Just my name scrawled in red ink across the top. Inside? A photo. Of Sophia. Sleeping. From *inside* our house. My hand clenched the photo so tightly it tore. On the back, a message: **Tick tock. You're not the only one with ghosts.**

He asked curiously, moving to sit on the bed. "Let's see, anaphylaxis, and I got knocked out and nobody could wake me up." I smiled like it was nothing. "I got stung by a bee and we found out I was allergic real quick, I have an epi-pen now. And then I was knocked out because I was playing with my friend Bella, and I was holding her hand, and she fell off the edge of our treehouse and I went down with her. She wasn't hurt because I was between her and the ground." I laughed, thinking of the clumsy brunette I hadn't heard from in years and accepted I would probably never hear from again, she hadn't come back for the summer since fifth grade. "She's the real clumsy one. Saying she has two left

His behavior deceived me into thinking he had let go of the past; that he had realized it was inappropriate for him to overly grieve the death of an ex-girlfriend. On my mom's birthday, Joshua offered to cook, but he poisoned all the food he made. He tied me to a chair and stabbed me over and over with a surgery scalpel. My blood splattered all across the floor as I pleaded with him to spare the lives of my family members. However, he had lost his mind. "Will Jackie come back if I spare their lives? Harper, you deserve to die! Why did you have to drink so much on that night? Did you see Jackie's car accident coming?"

"But it changes nothing. You're still going to die. William is still going to suffer. And I'm still going to finally get what I deserve." Outside, tires screeched. A car door slammed. William burst through the warehouse entrance, chest heaving, eyes wild with fear. "Lucy!" He froze when he saw the scene. Grace tied up. Brad with a gun. Webb in the shadows. Lucy standing alone in the middle. "William, don't," Lucy said. "He's going to kill us all." "No," Brad said, suddenly calm again. "Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story."

“Look, you can keep the core story but tweak things to make it more… anonymous. Like that time you followed someone with Blake? Make it different. Instead of an affair, he’s leading a double life. Or that night with Demitri when someone got shot—change it up. Make it happen in a casino bathroom instead of at dinner. Adjust the context enough that no one would link it back to us.” I think over his suggestion, a bit surprised by his creativity. “Maybe you’re onto something.” He leans forward, warming to his idea. “Add twists to it. With my part, for example, you could have the character keep their distance from my work but still observe. Have them piecing together movements from afar, but make

I said quietly. He sighed. "Well, it is not as if I will be able to stop you, right?" He chuckled as he turned off the television using the remote. As soon as the news flashed, I froze. "A woman named Leona and her boyfriend, Henry escaped after killing the business woman named Christina Lee." My lips parted as I stared at the news. Killed someone? Who did they kill? My hands were shaking miserably as their images flashed on the screen. "The killer is beautiful but she ruined her life. Her boyfriend is good looking too. Oh. These young people," Henry commented in a soft voice as he made a sound of disappoinment. I continued sweeping the floor.

Tenley’s expression oscillates between sheer delight and momentary sadness, her head shaking as she averts her gaze, before her happiness returns. Embracing Tenley, I whisper, “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” Her grip tightens around me, as if seeking solace in my embrace. As I held her, I reflect on my journey, the days when I had called my car home. And told her how finding love was far from anything I was thinking about at the time. But life had a way of surprising us, of weaving unexpected connections when we least expected them. I urged Tenley to push those nagging thoughts out of her mind, to focus on living her life to the fullest. The world was vast and unpredictable, and whe

That's how we spent our afternoon, conversing and laughing getting to know each other more and Siya making stupid jokes and cliche comments, until we ate and went to cuddle on the couch with glasses of wine and a fleece blanket while watching Tv. We decided to watch some horror movies, my idea and Siya was surprised but amused nonetheless. After the movie we went to our room and had yet another steamy session. We laid in bed barely talking just thinking and lost in our own world. “I want you to meet someone.” Siya randomly says. “Hmm, who?” I was now curious. “You'll see tomorrow.” He says. “Okay.” *** Siya