Border Unscramble Novels & Stories

I gasped and winced, unable to hide my discomfort. “Ouuuch!” I murmured under my breath, my voice echoing softly. But after a few seconds, I began to adjust. My skin slowly adapted to the chill, and I continued bathing with deliberate care. The sponge lathered into a thick, creamy foam the moment it touched the soap. I rubbed it gently over my skin, starting from my head, taking care to scrub every part clean. I paid extra attention to my underarms, especially the soft area just above the curve—scrubbing with intensity until I felt fresh and satisfied.

I head outside, taking a deep breath as I start to move – once again – into the woods, my destination a forbidden place. Yet I trudge, later on I undress, tying my clothes around my ankle before shifting. I’m in such a one-track mind I don’t even realise I hadn’t ripped my dress. Maybe this is going to work out. I make it to the border a while later, my plan seemingly becoming more a good idea as I had moved along the trees. But now, standing near inches away from the tree I had fallen off of so many nights ago, doubt comes crawling into my heart.

Then, “I can help you.” I hesitated. “Fine. Just be quick.” I turned, lifting my hair. The familiar warmth of him settled behind me. His fingers found the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down. The air felt closer. More aware. “This is going to take a minute,” he murmured. “What?” “The corset.” His fingers moved with controlled precision as he unlaced the back. The brush of his skin against mine made me feel hot and bothered. Focus, Jade. When he finished, I held the front of the dress in place.

But now the dream was over. She tugged her cloak higher, covering the mark at her neck and hiding the last glimmer of moisture in her eyes. "Let's go," she whispered to herself. And with that, Yuna crossed the border without looking back, leaving the Fendon Pack behind for good.

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.

It took every ounce of restraint I had in me not to turn her around and march her back up to our room and show her how she affected me. When I whistled, she rolled her eyes, and then lifted her shirt. I shouldn't have laughed, but it came out before I could stop it. She had a rubber band somehow tied to the button hole and secured on the button to hold her jeans together because she couldn't close the gap.

Valle didn’t seem affected by the formula at all; all he did was sneeze loudly, breaking the tense silence, and then rushed over to help Alexa. flashback over Now, disappointment mixed with confusion filled Leonard's mind as his anger continued to build. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud roar of frustration, he swung his arm across the nearest countertop. Beakers, papers, and all sorts of instruments went flying, crashing to the floor with a loud bang as glass shattered everywhere. His anger spilled out, just like his shattered dreams.

“Liam’s a good boy. Heather, you have to do right by him in the future. By the way, is this your friend?” When Mia regarded me in confusion, Liam hurriedly explained, “She’s just a stranger who came to ask for directions. The wind’s pretty strong out here, Mia. Go inside. You don’t want to catch a cold.” As I listened to the friendly way he spoke with Mia, I found it hilarious and headed out. Liam tried to chase after me, but Heather spoke again. “It’s almost time for the wedding. Let’s go in. Our friends are waiting.” Then, the church bells tolled.

it took me a minute to unscramble everything, taking my time to read over and figure out what the message meant. hey daddy coronation for d to be Friday attack at border planned for day of as distraction m and t in danger, mole hurt baby I reread everything again, making sure I did not get a letter wrong. I took my last cookie and tossed it into my mouth, picking up my keys from my desk and heading out of my office and linking my beta’s. We needed to double security along our border to the west and to not allow any rogue’s, loners, fuck; not even a fly to pass over.

Then she saw the note tucked at the side, small and folded. She opened it. I hope this makes you feel better, my love. ~Damien She read it once. Then again. She stood there for the longest time, the note in her hand, confused about what to do with it. She set the note down slowly. What kind of person was he? Yesterday those same hands had pressed her against a table. And today he had put together a care package with fluffy socks and her favourite ice cream like none of that had happened. She had met cold people before. She had met cruel people. Those were easy to deal with, you just had to keep your distance and stay clear. But Damien moved between tender and terrifying without warning, as h