Short Stories With A Plot Twist Novels & Stories

Her dad met with an accident on the way to Mumbai and died on the spot. Her world collapsed, leaving her in pieces. Every person she loved in her life, left her alone to suffer. Everything she admired about her life turned ugly and painful to even think about. At the end, they both lost each other in a way that even if they wished…..they can not be found again. ****** Sipping the hot coffee Rishi was waiting for a reaction from Anbu, who seems to be lost in deep thoughts that she forgot to drink her coffee. It’s been an hour since he told her everything about the past which came running back to him now for a reason, and now he is wondering about what could be the reason.

“Work. Apparently, there is a stray asking for help.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

Damn this was going to be a huge plot twist. The readers would go crazy when they find out the two ladies are actually the same person. Olivia was itchy fingers and itchy fingers was Olivia. I decided to post on the GoodNovel writers and readers group. Me: Hi, every of my readers out there needs to read the chapter I am going to update to night, fasten your belts for the bumpy rides. There is a huge and unbelievable twist in this chapter, I didn't see it coming. It just happened few minutes ago and it is still a shock to me.

She begins to cry and beg," Please! Let me go! My family is not rich! It's my wedding day, today.... sic.... my... my... groom is waiting for me at the wedding hall. Please!!! Let me go!!! I will give you all the money I have.... but please.... let me go..." The men didn't seem to pay attention to her wailing and took out a syringe from the dashboard. He filled it with a sedative and then, injected it into that girl's body. As she understood what has happened, she being to shout and call for help but nobody came. The driver didn't even try to stop her from shouting and calling for help. He didn't utter a single word. Soon, she lost consciousness and fell into sleep as the Wrangler proceeds t

Or was the girl able to save him? He continued to read the story, a story he hadn't a clue that it’s about him. A story I couldn’t just tell anyone, because no one will believe that I was able to travel through time and save Eric from the accident. And nobody knows it but me. It’s like it happened, as in happened, past tense, and it’s done. ‘You have such a wonderful mind, Irina,’ he said. ‘This is a well written story with a twist,’ he added. ‘I like it,’ he smiled and drank from his cup of coffee. ‘I never knew you are this smart.’

"Nothing. I just want to hear your answer." "Okay." He took a deep sigh and stared at the fountain. I locked my gaze to him as I waited and assume the answer I wanted to hear from him. "Every story, leads always end up to be with each other. It was because the story is written for them." He's right. "But if I were to be a author, I would let my character end up with unexpected one. It's not stupidity and I am not erasing the clarification that readers know. Sometimes, to be a better author, you will need a plot twist and there should be something unexpected." My face and soul lightened up upon what he says. "Is that all?"

So when Conrad returned to Antriford and attended the company's new product launch, he was confidently holding Kelly in his arms. It was quite a coincidence. Using public opinion and stock prices as leverage, we pressured Jonathan into making a concession. At the same time, it was a triple win. We cut off Conrad's future, sealed Harmon International's fate, and created a rift between Conrad and Jonathan. The so-called perfect love story was just a ploy to fool the public. Jonathan would never suspect the ever-peaceful Horace. He would think all of this was the work of Conrad. As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him.

If that world were a sweet romance novel, then the only way to change its ending was for the story itself to collapse. Once the author stopped insisting on a fixed ending, a supporting character like me could finally escape a destined death. The way to cause the plot to collapse was something I had already tried in my previous life: to constantly change the storyline. In my previous life, I was so insistent on changing my death by poison that I caused the entire exam hall of students to die, throwing the entire plot into chaos. Even then, the author forced the story back on track, ignoring the readers' complaints.

Linda's eyes shook, then she screamed, "Jemma, stop twisting this! You used my son's nickname for your dog and I let it go. Now you drag in some random guy and say he's ours? I won't let you get away with this!" I sneered. "Didn't you bring Wilson's baby photo? Compare the features." She wouldn't even touch it. Sweat slid down her forehead. But someone in the livestream had already taken a screenshot. [Look! The baby in Linda's picture has a mole on his chin. This guy has the same one!] Garrett spiraled. He lunged from the plaintiff's table, trying to shove Wilson away. The bailiffs locked him down. He shouted, "Kid! I don't care what Jemma offered you. Don't you dare lie for her!"