Turn Left Turn Right Novels & Stories

I shout at her, not once taking my eyes off of her. "En el semáforo, gire a la derecha. El destino estará a su izquierda en tres kilómetros." At the traffic lights, turn right. The destination will be on your left in three kilometres. The GPS shouts out. I can't help but smile. I know she's cursing herself that the GPS just told me where she's going, giving me the upper hand. I can arrange to have my men stop her before she even makes it past the front door.

“Earlier, I won half a million grand, and with my house deed added in, that’s about a million. I’m not taking advantage of you.” That was exactly what Taylor wanted to hear. She swore to herself she’d win this one back no matter what. This time, she didn’t do any dramatic posing or chanting. She focused completely, listening to the dice, shaking with precision. However, unless she had X-ray vision, it was still luck in the end. Four fives, one two, and one three—twenty-five points. I lifted mine to find six sixes again, though no vertical stack this time. The Panamera was now mine.

He replied with action instead of words. Vroom! He stepped on the accelerator, shaking off the Bentley from the rear left. Only the Aston Martin was left in his way. Andrius continued to step on the accelerator. Malfoy moved slightly to the left, trying to stop Andrius again. “Childish.” Andrius scoffed and suddenly made a sharp right turn. The Aston Martin was pushed to the outer lane while the Mercedes switched to the inner lane to overtake it. True speed could only be determined through the turns.

Three turns and the only thing I could hear was the subtle clicking of my shoes, my steady breathing, and the soft gushing of the wind at times. After four turns, there were two pathways. For a second, I contemplated which path I should take. At the end, I went for the left. I was left-handed, the reason why I often chose the left side every time I had to choose between left and right. My choices weren’t always favorable though. I wish this time it would. I turned left to right, then right to left. Just doing it alternatively. It felt like long hours of walking, looking over the small flowers on the shrubs, when I suddenly heard a low growling.

"Full throttle, left turn. "Right three. Downhill coming up, ease off the gas!" Theodore said. Elara had tried to memorize as much of the off-road course as possible through the route book, but there was no time to think at this speed. At this moment, Theodore was her brain. His commands were sharp and precise. Mount Clockwork's complex terrain had unfolded like a 3D model in his mind. Like a grandmaster surveying the chessboard, he guided Elara through every twist and turn.

"That's not true. He hit us first and refused to apologise! Then, he beat me up!" Nate shook his head and looked into my eyes, an act we had gotten used to. "I didn't do it, mum," he repeated more emphatically. Whenever he did something wrong, be was never able to look into my eyes. But when he was innocent, he would boldly look into my eyes and tell me he didn't do it. I turned to the red head woman, holding my son close to me. My rage was hanging on the line of a thread at the moment.

"You'll be busy from now on." I held the wheel tight when I parked the car. I felt my body trembling from the nervousness. *I drove fast after I did the U-turn, doing the zigzag mode each cars I passed by just to get back immediately to the hospital. I heard siren from the police mobile, I passed the check-point, I violate all the road rule just to see what’s the condition of Storm.

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

Only one path left. Through.

"Tell her I need thirty seconds." “He has twenty,” Sky replied. "She says twenty." He made a choked sound and pushed the car even harder. The wolves on the left flank faltered, just slightly, but it was enough. The bend appeared. Zeviar wrenched the wheel right, a precise, sharp turn, threading the gap Sky had spotted. He was focused, his entire being poured into that one maneuver. For a heart-stopping second, we were clear. The wolves scrambled to regroup behind us, the road ahead opening up, offering a glimpse of escape.