Adjust Unscramble Novels & Stories

The biting night wind dried the moisture in the corners of my eyes. Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated. It was an unknown number. "Hello, is this Ms. Aurora?" The voice on the other end was formal, male, and rigorously professional. "Speaking." "Ms. Aurora, I am the human lawyer handling your disassociation from pack affairs. All the cancellation procedures you entrusted to me have been completed." "The pack real estate under your name, the luxury cars, and the family trust funds have all been liquidated and transferred to a confidential Swiss Bank account. Your identity information within the Werewolf Registry will be formally deleted in two weeks."

“No. Otherwise they might look out for us. I don’t want them to know we…” My words cut off as Caleb was walking over to the garage, hands in his pockets. His face was still healing. He was an Alpha, like us, so our healing abilities were much stronger. I expected him to be mostly healed but his face was nowhere near as healed as I thought it would be. His nose was still off kilter, and he was covered in purple and black blotches. One cheek bone was higher than the other. His jaw wasn’t aligned, and it was affecting how he closed his mouth.

Sham stepped back and his own claws came out and his eyes colored changed ready for any kind of ambush. Adrian did this to frighten him and it worked a little. Adrian transformed back. "If you cross me, I will consume you" he said standing a breath away from Sham. with his brow knotted. If only he knew how determined Sham was, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trying to scare him. Sham smiled but didn't respond to that. "This is my treasure house and I have all sorts of precious stones here" Adrian said as he proudly walked around. Sham relaxed and went back to his normal human self.

I said. Arthur’s eyes darted to Leo. “Finch. You have the backup fragments. The partial reconstructions. We can rebuild from there.” Leo, his face bruised but defiant, shook his head. “The fragments are encrypted with the same melodic key. You need her lullaby. And she’s not giving you the real one.” He looked at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “The scramble protocol has a delay. Thirty minutes. But it’s irreversible. The Census is gone.”

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

He put his phone back in his pocket. "Four more kids in the south." My eyebrows arched. "More kids are missing?" He nodded. "What the hell is going on? This shit sounds like some crazy crime scheme." Chain looked at me. I looked at the piece of paper and tried Rot13. Doesnt work. I took out my phone and looked at my keyboard. I translated the letter forward. Nothing. Backwards? "Hm..." My eyes opened wide with realization. "Motherfucker- It says South Leounet."

"Name them." "When I turn you into a direwolf, I want you to shift into wolf form, so she will not have to endure the pain of her first shift. After that, I'm going to lead you to a rogue prisoner, and you may possess him and be set free." He paused to glance at his watch. "You are to leave her body by eight o'clock, at the latest. And if you dare refuse to leave her, I will torture you so badly that you will wish you were still stuck as a cat. Understood?" Astor nodded, feeling a slight shiver travel down his spine at Matthew's threat.

Daniel heaved a deep sigh then shook his head. When it comes to little Annie’s affairs, Sylvia will not negotiate. “Then take this motion-sickness medicine. You know you cannot endure long drive. What more the drive to the highlands?” he handed a pill to his mum then turned to Celine. “You too.” Celine turned to the doctor if she could take the pill or not and the doctor came to her rescue. “I have a different medicine for Ms. Yates. It will not counter the effects of her current medicines” the doctor took the pill and read the label on the packet.

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Taking the shortest shower known to man, I pull in my clothes—a nude knitted sweater, my jeans as old as time, a coat with a few holes, and a scarf around my neck to protect me from the chilly morning air. I quickly head out, giving one last look at the rose on the table. Good morning’ I greet the doorman, checking my mailbox, and I immediately spot my check for yesterday in the pile of bills. I grab all of them and spot the water bill, the light bill, and a letter. I frown, starting at the single envelope. Looking around, I frown. There’s a fancy F drawn in gold in the middle of the envelope; it looks like it went in the wrong box, because why would I receive something so fancy?