Turning Leaf Uptown Novels & Stories

I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms. Patrick's office was on the ninth floor. My guess was that she knew exactly which window looked into Patrick's office. It was action time. I pulled Shania along and walked out of the cafe. Though everything was going according to plan and I wished for them to be utterly ruined with all my heart, I couldn't keep the anxiousness at bay. I felt so jittery that I stumbled. Shania steadied me and asked cautiously, "Should we just forget about it?" "There's no turning back now." I forced a smile and collected myself before walking out once more.

They tumbled down to the second floor and splashed into the garden pond. "You!" Sheila shot me an angry look, then quickly looked sad and pulled on Elliot's shirt. "Elliot! My presents!" I just sneered, "They're just presents. You can get more." Elliot kept staring at me, like he noticed something odd. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist. Right then, the butler came in to say dinner was ready. Joseph would also be home at any minute. I laughed without a care, shook off Elliot's hand, and walked to the dining room without looking back.

the driver replied and drove off Ryan stood at the cat park and looked around him. A beautiful sight to behold. Beautiful, amazing and expensive cars parked around the place like sardine cans carefully arranged by a pro He read the inscription on the building on front of him ‘ ROCHEAT’ The sun was scorching heavily, he cleaned his face with his face towel and began walking towards the building. Ryan was walking towards the building when he got a phone call, he answered it and placed it on his ear. “ I can see you are here, come in, I'm waiting for you.

Just before he opened it, he stopped and turned round to us. “Finish them!” he shouted, as he swung the door open and left swiftly with the Golden Leaf.

Upon their return, the Turners started s*cking up to Zayn again as they did all kinds of stuff to make him happy, which was the complete opposite of how they treated him that morning. At night, Zayn received a phone call from Rocco, who sounded especially humble as he asked Zayn if the latter was available for a meal. Then, Rocco said that his boss had already reserved a private room in the most luxurious hotel in Tael City and was waiting for him there. Then, when Zayn agreed to meet, Rocco instantly became elated and said that their car had already arrived at the neighbourhood’s entrance to personally drive Zayn over there.

Off by a breath. She turned away. Her boots hit the platform by 8:32. The air smelled like grease, exhaust, and old gum. Familiar. Grounding. She took the stairs two at a time, tugging her coat tighter as the wind clawed at her sleeves. Gutter & Spine appeared like always — wedged between the monstera - worshipping plant shop and the vape lounge that claimed to host “poetry raves” on Thursdays. The front windows were dusted over again despite her wiping them yesterday, and the bell above the door jingled like it hadn’t been fixed in years.

The biggest of be biggest. I knew my hard work would pay off even more as I built my way to help top but Deluxe Conglomerates. That was skyrocketing miles above my normal efforts. But I couldn't let my excitement be so obvious. It was fishy that they would suddenly show up at my office without prior contact or information. Not just that, but they were also a really close partner of the Hall's Empire—Ashton's empire. "Ma'am, are you there, please?" I clicked my tongue, snapping our of my thoughts. "Yeah. I am. Bring them in."

That night, fireworks for our anniversary lit up the sky above Wildrose Estate. Beneath that starry sky, the place was alive with voices and clinking glasses. But I dragged my suitcase through security and into the boarding gate without looking back. When the plane took off, the seat prepared for me in the Wildrose Estate remained empty.

“Maisie, don’t leave. Just one last round. One last round, okay? “This time, I’ll bet my entire net worth. Are you in or not?” Since it was the final round, simply winning back what she’d lost wasn’t enough. She needed to clean me out of every chip I had if she wanted to vent the hatred burning in her chest. “Mom, Dad, give me all your bank cards! “And the house deed!” Taylor shouted at my aunt and uncle.

Shocked by the event, Linda lost her mind and was sent to a mental hospital. Every day, she muttered, "Wrong, all wrong." I stood by the window, staring at the bustling streets. My heart was calm. ... Two years later, my brand shone on the global stage. At a major international fashion week, my show packed the house. Flashbulbs popped. Fashion elites and reporters filled the seats. Models strutted in my designs, blending grace with flair. The crowd roared with applause. My years of grit paid off.