The Turning Point Novels & Stories

MAXINE I stood alongside my team, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. We had been preparing for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and finally, we were ready to take the next step. McKenna stood before us, a proud smile on her face. "Today marks a major milestone in our journey," she said, her voice echoing through the crowded room. "The team before you has worked tirelessly to ensure our safe passage out of Vortex, and now, it's time to take the leap."

Sophie, who had been pointing at my nose and ranting moments ago, froze. She stared at the settlement agreement in her hands in disbelief. The nearby police officer was also stunned. He remained silent as I transferred 50,000 dollars into Sophie’s account without hesitation. The crowd’s perception of me shifted instantly. I went from being seen as a deadbeat to a reasonable person in the blink of an eye. Everyone was left speechless. They could not understand why I seemed like a completely different person after just one phone call. It was as though I had been anticipating that call the entire time.

He could feel that he was so close to the invincibilis state! He would only need an opportunity, a turning point for him to smoothly break through to invincibilis. Perhaps the opportunity would arrive soon.

When the music started, I stripped down to my underwear and forced my body to move stiffly. "Good! Very good!" Mr. Newton laughed conceitedly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Timmy holding up his phone and filming me. Meanwhile, Jessica clapped along and cheered. - The next day, the company held its quarterly meeting. "Next, it's my turn to give my work report. Please look at the screen," Timmy said as he glanced at me with a faint smirk on his face. All of a sudden, the conference room suddenly went into a riot.

I hadn't expected him to go this far. But his actions didn't touch me. Instead, it made me recoil. "Do you even realize how pathetic you look right now?" His face drained of color as he spoke hoarsely. "I know, but I have no other choice." Since he wouldn't listen to me, I decided to ignore him. "Kneel all you want. You're the one making a fool of yourself." By evening, the rain poured down in a torrent. Nicholas stayed kneeling in the storm, looking all soaked and miserable.

"Fine. Fine! Do you really hate me that much? Is this how you're getting back at me? Congratulations. You win!" His voice kept rising, and my vision kept fading. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Jessie's triumphant smile.

Precisely because she had held onto that hope, the despair taking root in her heart now felt all the more crushing. Talia let out a bitter laugh, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. She looked away from the second floor and slowly turned her body. But just as she turned her wheelchair, she caught sight of Quentin.

He was my very strength and weakness. I never heard from Ashton or anyone from school again and it was intentional. I never wanted to hear from them again. Years of eating healthy, going to the gym, sleepless nights and intense intentionality had finally paid off. I was soaring and nothing was going to stop me. The past was in the past! But then I saw HIM—Ashton freaking Hall. I had undergone eye surgery to correct my sight, so I could see him very perfectly from where I stood on the podium many many feet away.

Ernest said. "The whole turning point," Don said. He looked at the window. "The past is — formally addressed now. In the public record. It cannot be revised or diminished or denied. What was done to us is established." He met Ernest's gaze. "Which means we are — genuinely past it. Not just in our private processing. In the official record." Ernest held this. The official record. The past was formally addressed and placed. The noise stopped. "What does the turning point turn toward?" he said.