Turning Paige Novels & Stories

THE MASSIVE TURNAROUND Ryan lay on his bed, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from Mrs. Williams. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free from the shackles of the Williams family. Ryan lay on his bed with a smile on his face. He was happy about the conversation he had just had with Mrs Williams. He felt like he was out of the prison he had been put in. Now, all he needed to do was wait for a day or two before he told them that he had gotten a new job.

“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.

"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. "

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

She looked as thin as a sheet of paper from the side. Merida stepped forward and effortlessly lifted Paisley into the air. Paisley arched her back, her body taut like a fully drawn bow. She split her legs mid-air, mimicking a flying motion as her arms fluttered like the wings of a swan. Shirley's mother, who was sitting next to Elara, leaned over and whispered, "Originally, a boy was supposed to do the lifting, but none of the boys in the class could lift Paisley so easily."

The white ball roll high in the air and flew ahead. Together they swung the second and third ball. When Paige executed the fourth ball, she turned to him with happiness written all over her face, and he smiled at her like a proud parent. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the others leaving. “We should be on our way too.” Paige turned to him with a pout on her face and begged for one more turn. Leo's heart skipped. Seeing the happiness on the girl's face, he didn't have the heart to tell her no.

This wasn’t just scandal. This was more of a track in discovering the truth. Paige wasn’t just the usual enemy I thought she was, she was a billion dollar play-girl. Who played moves like they were puzzle pieces, but while she plays she doesn't arrange the piece she always leaves them scattered so the trailers get lost with a single step.

“I’ll be inside the venue in ten.” “Good.” Paige crossed the room and stopped in front of the mirror, adjusted a loose strand of hair, and smiled at her own reflection. “I want eyes on her. Every move. Every second she’s not glued to him.” “And if she doesn’t slip?” he asked. Paige’s smile flustered. “She will. Or you’ll help her.” A brief pause. “She just needs to look guilty,” Paige continued. “Not loud. Something… intimate. Something that makes a man’s imagination do the work.”

For Paige, everything seemed to be happening so fast. Just this morning, she was being called a thief and kicked out of her house. And now, she was going to be performing on a show tonight. She pinched herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming, and Jessica, who was staring at her, smiled, "Come on, let's go change your wardrobe." "Thank you very much, Sir," Paige said, wiping the joyous tears which had formed in her eyes. "Don't worry about that. Just get ready to perform." Zach said.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts