Turning Of The Tide Novel Novels & Stories

--- The Turning Tide: The cathedral’s great bell tolled low in the distance as twilight draped its golden fingers across the land. Shadows lengthened in the cobbled courtyard of the Sanctum, where soldiers of the Order had once stood guard, where blood had been spilled and prayers whispered into stone. Now, silence reigned—but not for long.

Christine immediately grabbed his arm and said, "Honey, don't worry. Ms. Bowers has been a bit overwhelmed taking care of me these past few days. She loves swimming to clear her mind. Once she's cooled down, she'll come back." Suddenly, she clutched her stomach. "My stomach hurts… Honey, stay with me, please. I'm scared." Grote finally suppressed his urge. Glancing at Christine's belly, he had no choice but to agree. Yet, a frantic anxiety gnawed at him. His eyes kept darting toward the window. It wasn't until Christine promised to send a few helpers to find me that he finally felt a sense of relief. … Once I hit the cold water, it swallowed me whole. I closed my eyes, accepting the quiet pu

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

" I bent over and got into the car without even looking in her direction. The car drove off with me inside it, just like that. Soon, her cries of despair and the flashes of cameras were nothing but a speck in the distance. Sunlight rained through the window and landed on my face. It spoke of something aloof and cold, but also of resolve and new beginnings. The fetters of my past were shattered and no more. What lay before me was a path to a new future. Yvonne's tears and late regrets would be buried in the sands of time, along with her broken reputation. Artemisia was smiling at me. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and filled with delight. "I helped you snag a 10-billion-dollar project,

' I read through each message, my finger pausing on the screen. Another message from Celeste came in, full of indignation. 'They're all opportunists, siding with whoever's winning. Jenna even treated the whole company to afternoon tea to celebrate. Shameless. And the bill was paid by Mr. Cladwell!' I did not reply. Instead, I opened my social media, posted a photo from the Wetland Project site, and added a caption, 'New project, new starting point. See you in three months.' At that, I locked my phone and went back to the blueprints.

Even now, he still firmly believed Carol was the real rich heiress. After all, she was the one spending money on him. And more importantly, she was the heroine of the novel, while he was the hero. From the very first page to the very last, the hero and his heroine were always meant to be on the same side. That was simply how the story worked. The students around us sucked in sharp breaths and instinctively backed away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire. Right then, the principal, Mr. Ian Bradley, hurried over after hearing the commotion.

William said. I flipped through the documents carefully and suddenly saw the name 'Timmy Sunderland' on the list. So, he wanted to come for an interview? I let out a cold laugh and decided to give him a proper one. "Tell everyone to come in." "I know the boss here. All of you, move aside," Timmy shoved everyone away and walked into the room before the door was even fully opened. "Claude, it really is you! None of you needs to stay for the interview anymore and can go home now. I'm the new finance director," he immediately said with a grin.

I always believed others had misled him into hating me, but today, I realized the kindness he once showed me was never truly mine. After a long time, the door finally opened. Cindy walked out with flushed cheeks and weak legs but acted nonchalantly. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the restroom." When she walked by, her face carried the smugness of a victor. I looked toward the cockpit and saw Edward fastening the buttons of his uniform with practiced ease. There was no hint of shame on his face, only satisfaction. … Wrecked with heartache, I endured it until the plane touched down. I stood at the cabin door, overseeing the passengers as they disembarked.

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

My legs nearly gave out on me as I walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes before getting into the shower. The water was warm, making my muscles relax. I then remembered the incident that led to me being here like this. I wrapped my arms around my body, it was like I could still feel that man’s eyes on my body. It made shudder and I closed my eyes shut, wanting the feeling to go away. I could still feel his dirty eyes and touch on my skin. Then I remembered how Mr. Railway came to save me. How he had beaten the life out of that slug and called the police. A small smile made its way to my face as I remembered how he carried me in his arms and kept me on his lap during the ride b