Will Turner Novels & Stories

Without the Ferguson family's support, there were plenty of vultures ready to pick them apart. Then, the Lawrences were dangling on the edge of bankruptcy. I pulled my hand away with a sharp tug, brushing off her touch like it was dirt on my sleeve. "Release me, you've only got yourself to blame for this mess!" Jane clenched her teeth as she spoke. "Seth, I get it, you won't believe a word I say now! However, maybe you'd feel a bit better if you saw Max's wrecked hands for yourself?" She scrambled to pull out her phone to show me a photo, but I knocked it out of her hand.

It sounded like a family watching TV. Through the speaker, Matthew could hear a child’s soft voice. “Daddy, the cartoon’s starting!” Mr. Clark hushed the child, then moved somewhere quieter. “Hello, Mr. Grant? Do you need something?” The deep voice snapped Matthew out of his thoughts. “No. I just wanted to ask why I can’t find Whitney in the work group.” Mr. Clark was stunned for a moment before answering, “Ms. Langley resigned.” “When?” Matthew’s voice rose, and he nearly lost his footing.

I'd turn into the subject of ridicule among the Zieglers if they were to find out about it. But he seemed to have forgotten how I never cared about anyone else's opinion when I chose him back then. I was still the same person, but Christian had changed. … While I was going over divorce paperwork with my lawyer, Annie Hilton, I noticed Vicky had updated her social media. On her wrist were two gold bracelets, and she was smiling brightly. Her caption read, "Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy's a knight who'll protect us." Christian's reply came under her post. "From now on, our son and I will protect you. We'll buy you even more gold in the future."

Jacob laughs as he turns back to the stove, but I don’t miss the way he adjusts himself in his sweats, like he’s just as affected as I am. Jacob Turner is a menace. And I’m so fucked.

"Who's Black Enforcer? I don't know anyone by that name." "The one dressed in black, your colleague," I pressed on, curious. "Sorry, all my colleagues wear white. No one wears black. And you, Norah, will be wearing a white uniform too." He looked at me seriously and added, "My name is White Sentinel, not White Enforcer! Now, follow me." "But—" "No buts." When I suddenly stopped in my tracks, he turned around and glanced at me. He asked, "What's wrong? Don't waste my time, Ms. Martinez."

You'll meet your true love soon. [Poor guy. You deserve someone better.] [The girl next to him looks great. They seem to make a perfect couple.] These words filled Laurence and Zoey with a renewed sense of confidence, and they looked at me with their heads held high. I lowered my eyes and smiled coldly. Since Laurence and Zoey had no shame, I'd tear their facades apart today. I unlocked my phone, dialed the number the doctor had left me, and put it on speaker.

"Winnie, keep it if you like it. As your sister-in-law, she won't mind." As I listened silently to the conversation between the two, a familiar ache burned in my heart. I couldn't help but scoff at myself for not learning my lesson despite being burned so many times before. No matter what, when it came to Winona and me, I would always be the one thrown aside. Wiping the tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, I took in a deep breath before saying, "You can keep the ring. I don't like it anymore, nor do I want it."

Just before we turned, Rowan cast Zach a deliberate, mocking smile—so unlike the composed, well-mannered man everyone knew. Behind us, Zach clenched his fists so tight I could hear the bones pop. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Anna! Keep this up, and I really won't come after you again!" I didn't look back. I walked away with Rowan by my side. At the corner, I quickly let go of his hand, flustered. "I'm sorry about just now," I said, apologizing. "It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

She stood up and walked out of the room leaving Aurora staggered. "What did you do?" Waen inquired. "Look for Mr. Turner instead." She said it to Detective Park. They immediately goes out of the room and goes to the computer room where hundred of men and women are on their chair tapping like a robot on their computers. "Search for Mr. Turner." "Luca Amadeus Turner" Calista added. "That's him." She said and pointed on Luca's picture handshaking with a Nun with hundreds of kids around surrounding him and one other unknown guy.

"Do I need to do anything special?" "Like what? Bake a pie?" Turner laughed at his own joke. "No. Just come as you are and I'll walk you through it." Jackson let out a sigh of relief. A weight he didn't know he had been carrying seemed to be lifted from his shoulders. He wanted to trust this Dr. Turner so badly, and he could feel his guard melting away. "Now. We have other matters to attend to." Turner motioned his head toward the other room, to where Chloe was listening on the other side of the wall. "She stole the files then?"