When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

"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?"

The whole scene felt like it was a slow-motion shot from a movie. Except this time, I wasn't in the audience, but one of the unsuspecting protagonists. It was possible that Hansen's surprising look at that moment was what made Landon pull me behind him. But Hansen remained incredibly calm. Just like when we were madly in love, he called out my name gently, "Christine." I stood still. The music in the background played on. Yet, for some reason, there was a slight ache in my heart. Perhaps I was grieving for the Christine who had overheard the conversation that night.

But even more intense. “Blake,” she echoed, as if she hadn’t already known, and nodded back. “Anything else?” he asked. Now it was her chance to turn her back. She did it quickly, before he could turn his back on hers. It felt good. At least she’d had the last word. “No,” she said, her back to him. “That’s enough.” She could feel him staring at her back, probably twice as angry to be provoked into conversation only to have her cut it short and turn her back on him. She smiled.

I always believed others had misled him into hating me, but today, I realized the kindness he once showed me was never truly mine. After a long time, the door finally opened. Cindy walked out with flushed cheeks and weak legs but acted nonchalantly. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the restroom." When she walked by, her face carried the smugness of a victor. I looked toward the cockpit and saw Edward fastening the buttons of his uniform with practiced ease. There was no hint of shame on his face, only satisfaction. … Wrecked with heartache, I endured it until the plane touched down. I stood at the cabin door, overseeing the passengers as they disembarked.

Is she doing that on purpose to seduce him? "I said, turn around." He reiterates when she doesn't move. She slowly turns around and backs him displaying her enormously round smooth white posterior. FUCK!!!

She said as she turned her back to leave. "AM HERE" A voice echoed behind her. Cold shivers ran down her spine..... TBC... Unlock the next episode with your likes,,,, comments and shares!

My heels were a curse, each step a risk of twisting my ankle on the uneven sidewalk. She turned right onto a side street, less busy. I quickened my pace, my breath already coming in gasps. She was faster than she looked. When I turned the corner, she was about twenty meters away, and for the first time, she seemed to look back. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second. There was no scream, no explicit panic. Just an icy recognition, followed by a sudden and efficient maneuver.

“She remembers more each day. Soon, she’ll be ready.” A pause. “And if she turns on us?” The voice chuckled. “Then we remind her who she was before she was a Moretti.” The woman smiled—and turned away into the snow.

“I do. I have to.” Without another word, she turned and rushed toward the door. Her hand gripped the handle firmly, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. She pushed the door open, the cool air outside brushing against her face. With one last glance over her shoulder at her mother and Kyle, she whispered, “I’ll be back soon,” and shut the door behind her.

Doesn’t lean in either. Her eyes are open. Watching. I search for the usual mockery, the walls, the warning. They’re not there. Just that impossible stillness. And for a second—just a second—I freeze. This is the part where she turns away, right? Or smirks. Or dodges. She doesn’t. 'She couldn’t,' the voice returns. I lean in, just enough for her to feel the pause. It's the second where she could turn away if she wanted to. But she doesn’t.