Arrive Unscramble Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open and headed straight for his desk. There were papers scattered like maps, handwritten letters with logos I didn't recognize, and one black notebook. Curiosity tugged at me again and I picked it up and opened it. At first, I didn't understand what I was looking at, it contained lists of names, numbers, coded phrases. Then I saw mine. ARYA. Arrival: Unplanned. Status: Unstable. Observation: Unpredictable, but USEFUL. My blood ran cold. Useful for what?

The week had been perfect, and today would make or break us. I needed to either move forward or move on—her answer this afternoon would determine which direction I went at the crossroad before me. I could only pray our paths were the same. "Are we on a timetable?" "Not really, we have reservations at eight-thirty tonight. Nothing's set in stone prior. Why?"

As soon as he said that somebody from the pack house mind linked me over saying that somebody has arrived but I wasn't planning on having anybody today and yet so early too. "Well she just got lucky today somebody just mind linked me from the pack house saying that somebody has arrived, was you expecting anybody?" I asked him just to see if he did have anybody coming and just forgot to tell me. "No Alpha I didn't plan on having anybody come by today, and especially early too." He reassured me.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

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.

Grey found me that evening as I was finishing the last of the border reports at my desk. He came in and closed the door behind him and I could tell from the way he moved that what he had was not small. "Tell me." He sat across from me and leaned forward. "I found her. The maid. Her name is Sena. She has been with the packhouse staff for two years, comes from the eastern settlement, no flags on her record." "Who was she meeting?" Grey was quiet for one second. "The description matches Kattie's uncle," he said. "The one who is supposed to have left the territory.”

Tia flutter around in my head making me more nervous, "Talk to him" she says "say something, I cannot take this silence" I cleared my throat which seemed to catch Devllins attention. "How long is the drive?" Devllin shifts in his seat as if he was uncomfortable. "It is about an hour's drive to the airport," He said in a hushed tone as if he was trying to be gentle while talking to me. "Airport?" I questioned. He shook his head, "our pack is from Quillayute, that is in Washington" He said still talking in a hushed tone. My eyes widened realizing that I am moving across the states, I wouldn't be just a couple of hours away from the place I called home my whole life. I let out a breath I didn't

I packed my hair up in a high pony tail, put on little makeup and wore my favourite power heels. I didn't bother with breakfast just coffee, I'm usually not a breakfast kind of person. Just black dark coffee and I'm good to go, the drive to the Alvarado manor was short. I arrived just in time a little after 7, I had been to the manor like a million times the staff know me so I went right in. I packed my car and walked inside before asking Andrew the butler where to find Lucas, the place is huge and I don't know which wing Lucas is staying.