Will Turner Novels & Stories

He jumped out of his chair. "Holy shit! What's Lana doing here? She's divorced. Why is she still haunting us?" As the third party who had broken up a relationship, she should have had some self-awareness to stay away from the victim after being kicked out. She should be repenting for her shameless behavior throughout the years! Yet there Lana was. She had shown up before Carol right after her divorce that morning! The man, Chris Turner, only got more riled up the more he thought about it. He was a well-known playboy in Gilsbury. He had recently been sent to Dawsbury by his family to gain experience.

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

“The fight hasn’t started yet, right?” Shaelyn asked worriedly as soon as she reached Zayn, who shook his head. She sighed in relief. As one of the few who knew about how crazy powerful Zayn was, Shaelyn was sure that if Zayn started balled his fist and threw it forward, her family members could morph into a single titan and still be knocked out-cold. Of course, ignorant as they were, the Turners pointed at Zayn and cried about his luck instead. “You’re fortunate Lottie’s here. You were so close to kissing the floor, pal!”

Turner earnestly explained while four sets of eyes are attentively focused on him. "They find you friendly because no matter how you try to avoid them, you're still soft and all along feeling guilty to turn them down. They are not Blaze... show them the fierce and scary Ace, you don't have to indulge in their charade, you might be hurting the one you are protecting with what you are doing" Turner continued while staring intently at Ace with his serious and confronting eyes. Ace continued to stare at Turner while he became thoughtful and weighed every word in his mind until his face became grim and serious.

I saw none. Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him. I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified. "I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket. "Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors. "Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner.

Ryan chimed in, "Mr. Graham, you've known us since we were kids. Our sister is the last piece of our parents we have. Just let us know where she is. We'll do anything." "Mr. Graham, please tell Carol that I was wrong. I deserve the worst, but if she's willing to come back, we'll give her anything she wants!" Wilson's brows knitted together as he let out a cold huff. "You're offering scraps nobody wants. Only now you're feeling regret? Her misery is your doing. Just go back. She'd be sick just looking at you. And her name is Rose, not Caroline. At the trial, bring back what you took. It's the least you owe her."

THE MASSIVE TURNAROUND Ryan lay on his bed, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from Mrs. Williams. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free from the shackles of the Williams family. Ryan lay on his bed with a smile on his face. He was happy about the conversation he had just had with Mrs Williams. He felt like he was out of the prison he had been put in. Now, all he needed to do was wait for a day or two before he told them that he had gotten a new job.

"I knew it. You still love me. The doctor told you, didn't he? My heart and lungs aren't in good shape after the miscarriage. You're going to transplant her heart into me, right?" She smugly sized me up like a hunter sizing up prey. "You're dying anyway. Might as well die with some value." I felt drained and had no interest in partaking in their squabbles. Still, I would rather crush my own heart than give it to her. The scandal of Winston secretly transplanting his wife's uterus into his first love had dominated the headlines over the past few days. Sometimes I overheard nurses whispering outside the room. They whispered that Winston was cussed at everywhere he went.

My voice was quiet, but there was steel underneath. He flinched. “I…” He glanced toward the door, as if debating whether to run. I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “Do you really think Rome and Daniella will protect you if this blows up?” His breath hitched. “They said—” “They lied.” I let the words sink in. “People like them don’t care about you, Turner. You were useful, so they paid you. But the moment you become a liability?” I tilted my head. “They’ll cut you loose. Maybe frame you for something worse. Maybe make you disappear.”

“Private Turner, you are hereby sentenced to death for your betrayal of this army and the lives you’ve taken. May your death serve as a reminder to all that treason will not be tolerated.” As Turner was led away, the weight of his actions settled heavily on General Dennis’s shoulders. It was a harsh decision, but one he believed was necessary to protect the integrity and trust of his troops. The road to rebuilding their faith in each other would be long and arduous, but the general was determined to see it through, no matter the cost.