Short Stories Plot Twist Novels & Stories

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 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.

She thanked me for it and couldn’t stop smiling, I loved seeing her smile. I got the bill and we headed out to find a hotel. There were quite a few hotels near the restaurant, but we ended up going to Mitsui Garden Hotel because it was top rated. We were both dead tired, so we each took a turn to shower and then just crashed. In the morning I thought I would wake up next to Candice, but she wasn’t there. I quickly scanned the room, still no sign of her. I didn’t hear her in the bathroom either so where was she? I was starting to panic until I heard the click of the door and spun around to find Candice walking in with a paper bag and a tray with two coffees. She cursed and said, “You weren’t

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

Her eyes were still wet. "Once I heard that every love story needs tragedy. Otherwise, it's incomplete. Novels can be stupid but there's always a plot twist in our real life and a happy ending. I believe it. I'll make sure we get a happily ever after", she pulled herself away from me and turned around, hiding the shirt. I was still in a hangover of her words. When I was trying to put up with her words, I saw her stuffing my shirt into her bag. I didn't say anything and pretended not to see anything. Before she could turn again, I moved backward and walked out of the room.

A sliver can become a fault line. A fault line can split open the truth. I stirred my drink slowly, offering him another warm smile, carefully hiding the thoughts spiraling in my mind. Let her keep lying. All I had to do was keep gently tugging on the threads, one by one—until everything she’d stitched together unraveled around her. And when it does, I’ll be right there, ready to claim what’s mine.

She just smiled at them and refused to say anything. They finally arrived at Fay’s place. As soon as they walked in the apartment and closed the door, everyone in unison screamed, “NOW TELL US!!!” Reyna grabbed her head closing her ears with her hands hearing them scream at her. She had to giggle at how desperate they were to find out what the surprise was. “Talk about having no patience”, she teased them.

It was a storm that never truly ended. I gasped, my eyes flying open. The sterile, beige walls of Dr. Karima’s office swam into focus, replacing the rain-streaked window of my childhood. My breath hitched. “Dr. Karima,” I choked out, my voice trembling. “I… I remember. It was a storm. A terrible storm. I was little, so small. And my mother… she was telling me a story, Cinderella. But then… then Dad's voice. He was so angry.”

As soon as I unlocked it, a message popped up: "Be ready. Not even the world’s most powerful Mafia can save you." What the heck? A threat? Seriously? Who’s dumb enough to send me this? It’s like a bad prank from someone with too much time on their hands. I’ve been getting threats ever since I started my career as a writer. Some readers just can’t handle it when their favorite characters meet an untimely end. Like, really? It’s my story, and I can do whatever I want with my characters. Plot twists are part of the game. If they can’t handle it, that’s their problem, not mine.

“Look, Josephine, I’ll be straight with you. I don’t love you. I tried, I really did. But it just didn’t happen. I saw effort in you, and that’s why I kept trying. I even proposed to you... but it’s not working. I can’t keep pretending.” He gestured toward the woman standing beside him, who smiled broadly. “This is Vivian. She’s the one I’ve always loved. We broke up before, but now we’re back together.” Josephine’s anger flared. “Vivian is the one you’ve always loved? Really? But when you lost all your money to that Ponzi scheme, when you begged me for help to start over—what happened then? You didn’t know she was ‘the one,’ did you?” Her voice rose, trembling with anger.