Awful Unscramble Novels & Stories

Every breath has your name because I found Unsavory Redemption in it. The End.

I rushed toward the grave. The blood-stained words read, "Cindy Larson is a shameless woman, and the parents who raised her are animals!" What kind of hatred or grudge could make someone deface Peter and Lila's grave with such vicious words? My vision went black. I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to wipe the words off. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I've failed you. You can't even rest in peace. It's my fault. How could this happen? I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

Account suspended. Her hands shook. “No… no, no, no…” She slammed the lid shut, breath shallow. He had taken everything. The money. The plan. The escape. Her phone buzzed again, a text, unknown number. “You played your part well, doll. Enjoy motherhood.” — D.

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"

Let's talk and meet at our favorite restaurant. I scream in agony as I toss my phone against the wall. Without holding back the pain, I break down.

"Stay in school and stop smoking drugs; if you keep it up, they will taste like poo's in your mouth forever." Satisfied that he would be fine, the wolf grabbed his jacket to cover herself and began cleaning up her mess. The sign for The Gas and Gobble was closed temporarily as she cleaned up the blood and rearranged the grocery items that were scattered during her tussle with the rogues, secretly grateful for the menial labor giving her brain a chance to recuperate.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

I growled darkly, barring my fangs in warning. His nostrils flared with anger as he stepped closer. “You want to throw everything away for a woman who was never yours—a beta wolf at that—what good is she to you? She isn’t even a good enough omega; she is a goddamned beta, and you’re acting this way, ready to throw it all away over a fucking useless beta wolf.”

"The moment I leave, you're already with someone else? Were you cheating on me the whole time? Otherwise, how could you move so quickly?" Hugo snapped. "That's none of your business," I replied calmly. "But remember this—I'll be with anyone, just never with you." With that, I hung up, leaving Hugo screaming hysterically on the other end. Maybe that post really did cut deep. For a long time, he disappeared from my world. Meanwhile, I focused entirely on my research, publishing a paper in a top-tier journal and winning an academic achievement award.