Turning Point Stories Novels & Stories

I stare at him and decide I better just start talking, I need a pack. I can’t survive like this on my own, that much has been proven. “I was on my way home from a shift at the bar I worked at, not exactly in a great area but money is money right…. And well some drunk guy came up to me… I turned him down and of course he didn’t like that at all.” I said watching his reactions but he had absolutely none. He just sat there waiting. So I went on. “He was so strong. I couldn’t do anything, all the fight I had did nothing to him. He brought me to the back through the forested area and…” this was the hard part to say, “He took what he wanted from me and well, all I remember next was pain, so much p

I replied. That was the shift. Not loud, not explosive, not any of the dramatic forms that turning points are supposed to take in the stories we tell about them. Just a sentence, offered plainly, that carried more weight than any argument would have. For a moment nobody spoke. The room held all three of us in a kind of suspended stillness, as though the air itself was waiting to understand what had just happened and what would follow. Adrian breathed out slowly, his gaze moving between Elias and me again. This time there was no pretense of ease in it, no performance of unconcerned confidence. Just clarity - the kind that arrives when there is no longer any point in maintaining the version of

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

Claire Hart used to believe love meant staying. Staying through disappointment. Staying through silence. Staying even when her presence felt optional. But healing had changed something inside her. Now, when peace entered a room, she noticed it immediately. And right now, sitting across from Aaron in a quiet bookstore café, peace surrounded her gently. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Aaron said, sliding a cup of coffee toward her. Claire blinked, pulled from her thoughts. “Was it obvious?”

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.

It is probably just the beginning of your journey. Whatever is it, I forgive you both for whatever sins you did to me. In the end, I am a single mother who raised beautiful four children. I think my life is better like this and whatever happens in the future, let's just hope I won't make a wrong turn ever again. THE END ________________________________________________________________________________ That's it for the wrong turn guys! I hope you guys are enjoying the whole story. It's been a tough journey for me to write the whole story but I manage to finish it. This is the end of Alexa Johnson's story and stays tuned for another story I will publish soon.

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