B A K I N G Unscramble Novels & Stories

Ayle even gasped now. Look at this dramatic queen. “Now shut it and show me the bouquet.” I cut her off before she goes wild. Ayle narrowed her eyes at me but eventually gave up and bring the card to the screen. “It shows here 03.” “Just it?” Ayle nodded, “wait, I got several flowers at the same day. Let me find another one.” I nodded and let Ayle do her business. I turned to Rosie who has a confused look. “She keeps getting random bouquets from strangers. And the greeting cards has some random numbers written on it.” I explained. “Maybe we could figure out the senders based on those numbers?” I shrugged.

Aunt Cecilia stood behind me like she had materialized out of thin air, which, knowing her, she probably had. "I…uh…I was just…" "Bleeding, apparently." Her sharp eyes zeroed in on my scratched cheek. "Inside, Now." I knew better than to argue with her, especially not when she was usingn that tone. The kitchen was warm and the familiar smell of old herbs and ash enetered my nose. “Sit” Aunt Cecilia pointed at a chair, not wasting time at all, I sat. She pulled out her medical kit from a hidden cabinet…the special one like she calls it. A kit for our kind, not your average human own.

“What about our girl witness?” “She's gone down and back to her province.” “I still don't know her name,” said JC. “It's Becky Roberts, JC.” “Becky Roberts?” “Yes.” They went back to the group. Tibetan tea was served as a starter. There was food prepared by the locals: one was rice buckwheat bread, curried potatoes, and fried yak meat, and bunches of tropical fruits. These were displayed in the middle of a large table situated in the middle of the Ashram. To down it all, the locals had chilled an unlimited number of bottles of raksi, a kind of distilled rice beer, which the locals called chang wine. Everything was a new experience for all the guests.

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.