When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

Look back and see that I’m the only thing in this world that won't let you fall. She didn't look back. She took a shuddering breath and hurried her pace almost breaking into a jog. I still kept the distance cause I was a predator who knew exactly how much pressure to apply before the prey snapped. Every time she glanced over her shoulder, I was already gone, tucked behind a pillar or dissolved into the darkness. I was a master of this game because I had been playing it in my head since the day she left.

She turned to show her back and close her eyes in anticipation. Shifting on her toes, she saw him raise his hands in the air and turned away only for a cold voice to interrupt them. “I'll take it on her behalf.”

But it seemed like she wanted to do otherwise by cutting me off. "I'm tired, Jett. Can I rest before you interrogate me?" I couldn't help but sneer. "It seems the vixen—my vixen, wants to rest from all her devious plans. I just hope when I sleep next to you earlier, I won't feel a blade in my neck." She merely stared at me and was the first to walk away. I watched her back, walking away from me, a scene I watched too many times. Aside from her bent over and buried inside her, I could also recognize her back because of her habit of turning back from me.

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

She almost had heart attack just now. She really want to throw all her questions to him but seeing the way he have his back to her, she knew she would just be talking to an empty air. She sighed and climbed back into the bed while staring at him, after confirming that he won't turn to her again, she released a sigh and faced her back to him too before turning off her lamp light.

I take a step. She slowly backs away, turns her back to me. The fabric barely slips over her shoulders, revealing the perfect curve of her back, her offered nape. She still doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. Everything, in her body, in her slowness, in her way of precisely ignoring me, calls to me.

After she turned to me and smiled. "Okay" she said with a smile. She looked behind me and suddenly had a horrified expression. "What's that!?" she said in a horrified tone, looking at something behind me. I turned around to see what she was talking about. Not seeing anything, my eyes widened and I quickly turned back around. I was shocked and could not comprehend how I could be such an idiot as to turn around. I couldn't move. My mouth literally hung open and I was just to stunned to really believe that just happened. Did she just do that? She stole my cab. That thief!

“Maisie, don’t leave. Just one last round. One last round, okay? “This time, I’ll bet my entire net worth. Are you in or not?” Since it was the final round, simply winning back what she’d lost wasn’t enough. She needed to clean me out of every chip I had if she wanted to vent the hatred burning in her chest. “Mom, Dad, give me all your bank cards! “And the house deed!” Taylor shouted at my aunt and uncle.

Will she have the same problem now? She quickly turns from me and goes to the opposite side of the divider turning her back to me. Ha, how cute. Does she think turning her back to me hides anything? I see her shaking as she takes off her dress with her back still turned. Then finally her panties and throws them onto the floor to the side. I smile as I watch her try covering her breasts. I know my hands and arms are larger then hers, but I bet I couldn’t even fully cover her breasts.

"Turn around." I do, turning my back to her. She gasps like she just witnessed a murder. "By the stars," she mutters. "Who is the motherfucking goat-ass-licking, half-wit hurt you like this?"