Turning Paige Novels & Stories

“Letting us stay here. Making food. I don’t know how I’m going to—” My phone lit up on the kitchen island, vibrating insistently. Jack’s name flashed across the screen. Paige’s expression shuttered instantly. Her whole body tensed, and I watched her retreat into that shell she had built around herself. I didn’t answer. Just let it ring until it went to voicemail. “Paige,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat and turning to face her fully. I met her eyes, which looked fragile, and knew exactly what I had to do to tear her away from him forever.

She had been expecting either Grandma or even the make-up artist who left earlier to check if Rain had arrived as per her request but it wasn't any of those two, it was Cedric looking he just walked out of a mafia runway magazine. Paige felt her breath hitch in her throat as she allowed her gaze to fall on him, checking him out of hair to toe. Why the fuck did the stylist think it was okay to flaunt his thighs like that, she remembered vividly riding those thighs some weeks ago and… “Like what you see?” Paige immediately shook her head, “I mean, I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all,” She lied, clearing her throat to hide the pink tinting her cheeks.

She turned to the men behind her and snapped her fingers. “Clean the girl up. Wipe the blood off her pretty little face. Make her look presentable before we gift-wrap her for this fine gentleman.” Two of the men disappeared into the corridor. A few minutes later, they reappeared—carrying her. Paige. Her body was limp, her head resting against one of the men’s shoulders. Blood stained her cheek. Her lips were cracked. Bruises colored her arms and legs like paint from a tragic masterpiece. She looked so fragile. So human.

I felt like I was going to disappear into that tree in a moment. I pursed my lips, controlled my breath. He might be a ghost. Or might not. "Paige, Paige Kam." "Nice to meet you."He took my hand and kissed it. I froze. Wait wait wait! That guy isn't Damien, got it?! * "Lisa, can I talk to you about something?" She was dressed up, ready to party, as usual. "What again, Paige? How do I look?"She turned around, showing off her laps and the skimpy gown she wore.

What followed was the scene I would never forget—five steel bars pierced through my body while she smiled down at me and said, "Carlee Hood, who do you think Dominic would save if we both crashed? My bet's on me!" Paige was a master of deception, always playing the part of the pure, gentle saint in front of Dominic. When he saw the footage of her snarling and trying to kill me, he froze. For a moment, I thought he might finally apologize—maybe show some guilt, some regret. Instead, after a pause, he said, "Paige made a mistake, but she's injured. She's not well enough to go to jail." She wasn't well enough to go to jail?

The door was ajar, and Talia could hear Paige talking on the phone. "Mr. Pratt? Hello, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. "Yes, this is Paige, the model. "Okay, well, I won't keep you." A few moments later, Paige dialed another number. "Hello, Mr. Aguilar, it's Paige Webb. I was hoping you could help me with something. "Oh, Mr. Aguilar's busy? Well, never mind, then. "Hello, is this Mr. Hardin? Yes, it's Paige."

Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn. Stefan and Sarah looked at each other and said in unison. “Hold on guys, it’s my turn.” The end.

It would make it that much easier for her to control me. Now, I understood that I couldn't rely on anyone else if I wanted to change my fate. I could only depend on myself. I wanted to tell Lila that the Lawson family was nothing but a cage. Still, I could only hope that she wouldn't regret the path she'd chosen. Meanwhile, I needed to return to the original path I'd chosen for myself. I wanted to change my future through education. I would sit for the SATs and change my life! As Lila had done in her past life, I saved a regular middle-aged man named George Stone from the rubble. He was gravely injured and immediately taken to the hospital. A few days later, I bought some fruit and visited h

"Ayla, moving forward, you will take full charge of all company operations. If there's anything you can't resolve, come to me." "Thank you, Dad." I nodded, my voice steady. After my father left, the hall remained quiet for a few seconds. Then, the applause began. First Celeste, then a few executives who had worked with me, and soon more and more people joined in. Adrian stood rooted in place like a statue. Harvey, who was beside him, looked pale. Jenna stood below the stage, her face streaked with tears, lips trembling, but unable to say a single word.

Paige laughed out loud like a psycho and threw her resignation letter on the ground. “Even my dead spirit would never be submissive to you. Good luck, Alice Ligne, I QUIT!” Paige stormed out of her office with a cunning grin on her face. Phase one, Plan two was completed. She was now going to move next to phase three. Paige's past was more of a battlefield than any normal child's life. She was burnt to death and was transmigrated to last six years into her past to set her life straight and have revenge on her enemies.