B R E A K Unscramble Novels & Stories

It was stupid of me for taking this long, to know what the meaning behind those squeezes. “I won’t get tired to tell you this. Thank you. Thank you so much for staying by my side.” “Remember when you told me you were broken, but I make it ok?” I hummed, “what about it, baby?” “Turns out, we are broken, but at the end, we make it ok. Thank you for loving me up until now. Please don’t get bored at me. I love you, Alex Angelo.” “And I love you, Rosie Ellery.”

But the raised hand made his feet rooted on the grounds. "I am not here for any fucking family reunion. I don’t know who the hell you are. Sorry to interrupt your lunch session l. I have come to give these papers. Divorce papers, signed and compensated with the amount written and decided at the time by your father. I am legally and officially breaking all ties with you. Setting you free though you were never bound to me in any way.

"Sera's baby isn't mine! I never touched her!" I paused and looked at him. "So?" "So..." his voice trembled. "So you don't have to misunderstand..." "Misunderstand?" A sharp, ugly laugh escaped my lips. "Gods, Austen. You still don't get it. I don't care whose baby it is. I don't care about her. I don't care about you." "I healed you because you saved our lives. That's it." "Our mate bond is broken." I looked back down at my work. "You are an Alpha, and I am a Healer. We have nothing to do with each other."

I didn’t even look at him. My phone buzzed shortly. it's high pitch breaking the awkward silence in the car. It was an unknown number . I opened my inbox and froze. I stared at the screen,the air around me suddenly feeling hot. It was a picture of Alex and Amelia.Alex's beautiful face was soundly asleep on top of Amelia's chest. Amelia’s arm draped over him like a claim. The timestamp read 1:42 a.m. last night. "Wish Alexander a good morning,boo"

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

It surpassed what she expected from a child his age, hinting at a prodigious talent that was only beginning to emerge. Nora released a small "Aha!" as she made a breakthrough with her Rubik's cube. Her fingers flew faster, the colored squares aligning with increasing speed. Solo could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she worked through the puzzle. The breeze picked up, carrying the laughter of other children in the distance. This reminded them of the world beyond their bubble, which seemed threatening yet full of possibility. Kirael took a step forward, her movement catching Damien's attention. The boy looked up, his face breaking into a wide smile. "Look!" he said, pointing at hi

With a sharp pair of shears, the intruder made a clean, microscopic slice through the inner tension straps, ensuring the brace would offer zero structural support the moment Adrian took a heavy hit. The locker door clicked shut. As the silent figure disappears back into the dark corridor, the camera pans over Adrian's compromised gear, leaving him completely defenseless on the eve of the biggest match of his life.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

That’s all. I should say, ‘Don’t.’ I’d said it so many times before. It had worked. I knew the word. It was just a sound. Don’t. But it got stuck, caught in my dry throat. And then, it wasn't a choice anymore. The line just broke. It shattered into a million tiny pieces around us, and I didn't even try to pick them up.