Will Turner Novels & Stories

The strong smell of alcohol made me scrunch up my nose. "Wendy, you're awake!" He did not care and hugged me tight. "We're on a secret island, and I've chosen to step down as Don. From now on, I belong to you, and no one will ever come between us! "I've sent Sheila away. She's got no money and nowhere to live. She's having a tough time now! That should make you feel better, right? We'll be so happy together once our baby is here." Internally, I was screaming no.

“I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Mr. Turner, the CEO of the Turner Industries.” Carissa shook hands with him then she walked up to me. My heart pounded as she stretched her hand forward, with a smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Ian Turner.” KATRINA F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! It was f*cking Ian. I knew it from the moment I saw him but d*mn he had changed so much. I almost didn’t recognize him. He was in a business suit and he had gained a reasonable amount of weight.

She had first gone back to the office because last night, Gavin told her that he had gotten some info on the collaboration with Turner’s. A little while after she reached her office, Gavin came in with a bright smile and sat on the sofa, looking composed. “Deputy Manager Johnston, I’ll let you in on a piece of good news. The representative that Turner has sent is actually my uncle.” Gavin could not conceal the smile on his face. Wynn looked delighted at this. “Manager Zach, are you serious? This is great! Manager Zach, you have to help me with this negotiation.” “No problem. As long as Deputy Manager Johnston knows what to do, I will definitely help you,” Gavin said smilingly and patted the

CAL Turner sat in the driver’s seat, fiddling with his phone while waiting. I leaned back in the rear seat, gazing out the window and enjoying the crisp morning air. “Turner,” I called, breaking the silence as I glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. “Yes, Mr. Cal?” he replied politely. “You’re pretty close with Damon, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my tone casual. Turner turned slightly, then fixed his gaze back on the front. “You could say that. It’s nice having someone to talk to about spare parts and such.”

"Her sister was the one bumped from the lead walk for Miss Hart. Turner Studios didn't start the fire, but Blake certainly threw oil on it." Connor stared into the dark. "If it's H World, we wait. Once Ava claims her place in their ranks, she will handle the internal rot herself. But as for the Turners... their moon is setting." Back in the stifling heat of the New York den, Blake Turner paced his halls. He stopped at the guest chamber, watching Riley sleep under a shaft of cold moonlight. The knowledge of her betrayal—the scent of the Judge still clinging to her memory—made his blood boil.

“I should go. They’ll start another toast without me.” Micah nodded. “Go. Enjoy it.” But as she started back inside, he said something that made her stop. “I meant what I said,” he murmured. “About the way you talk when it’s something you love. Don’t let anyone make you smaller than that.” She turned back, unsure what to say. “Have a nice night Micah.” He smiled faintly. “So do you.” And before she could turn away, someone opened the door behind her — Colton, reaching for her hand, laughing.

Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding. Dante looked up sharply. "It's Escobar's people! You tipped them off?" I smiled and turned to look at him. The shadow that had kept me awake at night seemed to have completely vanished. "Dante Ricci." My voice was quiet. "Before you ask for my forgiveness—" "First ask the brothers you killed if they're willing to let you live."

I'm nine years old when I secretly contact my mom Lori Parker's family to get her out of the remote village. When my grandpa, Richard Parker, bursts into the cellar, he finds Mom chained by the neck, with a whip stained with dried, dark blood lying at her feet. Overwhelmed with rage, Grandpa beats my dad, Bruce Fraser, until he is almost dead, vomiting blood repeatedly. Dad is left paralyzed and bedridden for the rest of his life. Just before getting into the car, Mom cries and reaches out to me. "Amy, I'm taking you home!" My eyes sting as I clutch the hem of her clothes, but then memories of my past life come rushing back. Her family turns against her because she protects a bastard l

Extending his hand, he said, “Miss Rivers, so you’ve switched companies? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? The last time I worked with Moore Enterprises, it was you who finalized the deal!” “Mr. Turner.” Stellar was equally surprised but quickly understood that he must have overheard the advanced technical details mentioned in her proposal earlier. After all, businesspeople were all seasoned players, each as sly as the next. Even so, it was understandable. She responded with polite composure, her tone perfectly measured. “I’m sorry, but yes, I’ve already left Moore Enterprises. I no longer handle anything related to them. If you’re thinking about renewal…” “No, no, no, Miss Rivers, you misunde

“I apologize for my sister.” “It’s okay. Glad to know there is someone out there that can out-bitch me if that’s even a word.” “It is not.” “Whatever.” I helped and watched in silence as they worked but made a comment or two when Ace was involved. Her sharp quick-witted tongue only infuriated me and I wanted to be better than her at it. She made me feel uneasy. “This better work,” Commander Turner said, doubt in his eyes when Morgan presented the finished product. “As promised if it doesn’t go well, we are calling the head of the Green Wiccan ddistric,” Morgan reminded.