Turning Paige Novels & Stories

I didn't want him to keep begging me to go back, so I made sure I sounded completely detached. My words hit him hard. His lips went pale, and the look in his eyes was filled with pain. He stumbled as he turned to leave. On the stairs, he missed a step and went down hard. - Third-person POV Nicholas had never imagined there would come a day when Olivia stopped loving him. He remembered when things were good. He really had liked her, her smile, the way she clung to him, and the way she'd ramble on about random little things.

"So, you really are here! I know you've been using business dinners as an excuse to come here and play with women! And you, you shameless witch! How dare you strip like this in broad daylight?! Someone! Get me my bat!" "Honey! I didn't! She got drunk and threw herself at me after she got drunk! I didn't do anything! If you don't believe me, you can ask them!" Mr. Paine pointed at us, looking utterly terrified. "Mrs. Paine, the truth is that she did sit on Mr. Paine's lap all by herself," I replied calmly. "You witch! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! Beat her up, then strip off all her clothes! Take photos and post them online!" Mrs. Paine's expression was ferocious.

With that, I ended the call before she could press further, asking me questions that even I couldn’t answer. “Your coffee, Mr. Hall. Your flight is in the next two hours and you’re all set.” I grabbed my phone, heading out to the car waiting for me as Josh, my new personal assistant rushed behind me. I had had enough of Margret’s distractions as my PA. Life was more serious now, especially with Kara now in the picture. A sigh escaped my lips as I thought back to her. Why was there something so magnetic about her? Truly, I was hopeless when it came to her.

Paige was immediately confused, looking at the screen and hearing the strange sounds. Chris was beside Paige, not yet asleep, playing on his phone. When he heard the strange sounds, he looked at Paige. Paige also turned her head to look at Chris. Chris stared at Paige. It was then Paige suddenly realized and quickly turned off the video. Unfortunately, it was too late. Chris looked at Paige, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "So, you like watching these things?" Paige's face was already beet red, embarrassedly saying, "No... No, it's from my sister. I thought it was just a regular video..."

Paige had to lie because she believed that Zach was the one who sent that woman, so she had to pretend that she knew the woman. While she was still with Cynthia and Freda, a girl tapped her on her back. When she turned, the girl smiled at her. "Hi, do I know you?" Paige asked. Cynthia and Freda excused themselves, saying they were going to speak to her later. The girl folded her arms, "Shouldn't you? I mean, considering the fact that I gave up my position for you to perform as a Spark Girl." "Your position?" As Paige went down that memory lane, she remembered that first night when she had taken the place of the last singer and exclaimed, "Oh! It was you?"

Then she stopped and looked at Paige quizzically. “How do we have fun?” “Welcome to ‘How to party right! 1.0’. My name is Paige Turner and tonight I’m going to be your teacher… Let’s start by getting more drinks.” Paige stood, picking up Navy’s empty glass and her own empty bottle. “That round didn’t last long enough.” Paige straightened her crop top and smoothed her hands down over her skinny leather pants and she made her way back to the bar. Navy pulled out her phone to check her email. Nothing new!

Paige sneered. Oh my gummy bears… Why is she acting so rude? She was my friend. Why and how did she change so much in a matter of days? I didn’t know that people can change so much… “Paige? What are you doing here?” I heard Ryan’s voice. “Ryan? Where’s Kaylee?” Paige turned to Ryan. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I just came here to talk to Liv.” He glanced at me. Paige turned to glare at me before she rushed away probably to find Kaylee.

“Penny, Mom’s here. Look who else came to see you.” Mrs. Sawyer gently pulled Paige forward and had her sit by the bed. Paige had changed into a pale pink dress that afternoon. She looked sweet, youthful, her cheeks blushing with false warmth. She reached out and took Penny’s hand resting atop the blanket, her voice honeyed with concern. “Sis, it’s me—Paige. Do you remember me?” “Paige…? I… I don’t know you. Let me go!” Penny, in her hospital-striped gown, sat half-upright in bed. Her complexion was sickly pale, her body noticeably thinner.

he asked, changing the subject. I blinked at the unexpected question. "Paige? She's out of town visiting her family. Why?" "Call her," Dominic said, laying down his cards—a winning hand that beat mine easily. "And let you win." I laughed, pulling out my phone. "Using your winning hand as leverage? That's low, even for you." But I was already dialing Paige's number. If anyone should be with Amber right now, it was her best friend. To my surprise, Paige answered on the first ring. "Ryan? What's wrong?"

She barked a laugh, sliding into her seat, and I followed her. The flight was like any other, long, boring, and full of turbulence. It was nice to be back on solid ground again. It was nice until we stepped out into the pickup area and saw who was waiting for us. Paige leaned against a large blacked-out range rover. Her one arm was tucked across her chest as she looked down at her phone. Her chocolate brown hair was braided back, leaving her sharp features on full display. The setting sun made her olive skin glow and the outfit she wore. The band muscle shirt, the ripped black jeans, and the checkered plaid shirt tied around her waist made me realize how right Irene was.