Boiling Unscramble Novels & Stories

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

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.

With the tight deadline, I didn't have time to accompany Leon to social events. That evening, Ella invited me out to celebrate my birthday. "Estie, meet me at Whitmore Hotel tonight. See you there!" The hotel was right by the sea. When I arrived, Ella was already waiting with a mischievous smile on her face. She said she had a surprise for me, then blindfolded me with a silk scarf and led me toward the beach. "Alright, Estie, you can look now!" When I untied the blindfold, I saw a grand, dreamlike castle had been set up on the sand. Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground.

["Ugh! Pregnant women. Fine, Avi, let's start again, first, saute the onion and garlic in oil before you cook--" "My goodness, Hope! Why didn’t you say to saute it first in oil? That's why it's burning because I didn't even put cooking oil in it!" I cut her off from what she was going to say more. Tsk! It's so annoying, She's just teaching me so badly.

“Pregnant women and their problem. Okay, okay...so what do you want?" "Scrambled eggs. I'm very unpredictable." "Alright, scrambled eggs it is." "But but but," I interjected. “Understand this, they need to be made in a very specific way." "Oh? How so?" "Instead of scrambling them in a pan, I want you to cook them in boiling water out of the shell, and leave them untouched." He raised his eyebrows looking at me as he sat up on the bed. “So...poached?" "I mean, if you want to use that word. And then I want my scrambled-"