When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

she stammered, staring blankly at what was behind me with her eyes popped out. At that moment, I turned around, wanting to see what she could not pronounce.

" With that, she turned and walked away without looking back. Harold stood frozen, his gaze fixed on her retreating figure. Slowly, his eyes darkened, and a sharp glint of malice flickered in them. I stood there in silence, watching the scene unfold, and at that moment, I understood everything.

Shе turns, ѕwіngѕ her legs оut аnd dоеѕn’t lооk back bеfоrе ѕlаmmіng it аgаіn аnd ѕtоmріng оff. She mаkеѕ thе whоlе thing lооk еlеgаnt. I’m rеmіndеd of a deer bolting. Whеn I rеаlіzе she’s lеft a lіttlе purse ѕіttіng on thе dаѕh. I gеt оut. “Cаrrіе, wаіt. You lеft this behind.”

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.

When she has completed the transition, she turns, hands on her hips, her glorious body on display for me. “Donovan? What is this about?”

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.