When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

Walking away. That’s what she should do. The door opens. For a second, I think that’s it. But then—She stops. I don’t turn. I don’t move. But every part of me is aware of her standing there, like she’s fighting something inside her. And then she speaks. Low. Steady. “Who was she?” That gets my attention. I turn slowly. Her back is still to me. One hand on the door. Shoulders tense. “Excuse me?” My voice drops. She finally glances over her shoulder, eyes sharper now. Not fragile. Not breaking.

she replies. I sigh. This girl. This girl is going to end me. “Turn around,” I say immediately. She raises a brow. “Lucas….” “Turn. Around,” I repeat. A pause, then she smirks, and turns around. “This better be quick,” she adds over her shoulder. “Because I don't trust myself on not looking back.” Oh, it will be. It absolutely will be. I spin around instantly, grab the clothes, and start dressing at lightning speed.

I pull the trigger and she doesn’t even blink, once again confirming what I already know. “Empty.” She smirks. “How lucky for me.” She steps back and I frown. There’s no way she knew it was empty… that was a reckless move on her behalf. “This has been fun, but I’m going to go before they come back.” “You know, they say you should never turn your back on an enemy,” I remind her coldly. “Oh please, I’m not afraid…” She teeters and then collapses. I move forward, catching her before she hits the ground. Frowning down at the woman I’m holding, my eyes snap to her thigh. She’s shot.

She winked at me and turned to sway away, leaving me to continue gawking at her back until she was out of sight. "Witch, come back here!"

The entire hall fell into dead silence. Adrian froze mid-motion, his wine glass suspended in the air, the smile on his face stiffening. Harvey jerked his head up, eyes wide in shock, and Jenna stood there with her mouth slightly open, her unfinished words caught in her throat. Then the camera flashes came again. This time, every lens was trained on me. I turned, met every gaze in the room, and walked up onto the stage. Taking the microphone from my father, I said, "Thank you, Dad, for your trust. I'll prove myself with the results of the next project."

He looked at her pale, startled face and felt a strange helplessness for the first time. Quilla’s eyes got teary. Her voice was soft and trembling. “Mr. Grant, do you think I’m useless?” She wiped her tears and spoke stubbornly through her weakness. “If you really think I’m too stupid, then I’ll leave. You can hire someone smarter.” With that, she walked toward the door. Matthew stopped her without thinking. However, when he met her tearful eyes, he froze. I had never looked at him that way. I had always been proud.

She leaned one hand on the back of the chair, her fingers digging into the soft sponge cushion, leaving irregular dents. She looked down at Elara with a cold, glass-like sharpness in her dark eyes, her gaze icy and piercing. Elara sat before her, lifting her face with a gentle, warm smile, like a flower blooming by the roadside.

She turned her back on me as she laid down and said, "Shut the door behind you." ____ A. Gupta

“Can I have it back now?” She only stared at me for a few long seconds. “Follow me.” She turned her back to me and headed to the backyard without another word. Confused, I quietly followed behind her. What is she planning to do? She stopped near the pool area and stood by the edge before finally turning to face me. Tilting her head slightly, she looked at me from head to toe with obvious mockery in her eyes.

She turns back to the fire, her eyes cold. First Nico. Then you.