Clueless Script Novels & Stories

Even the top clans have registered their unique scripts. The fact that he could not find any script with the same name again dumbfounded him. The final conclusion Creed drew from this was that either they do not disclose the script to the public or it is still incomplete or in progress. There also might be a chance that this script could be hazardous to the individual himself. People learning unsafe scripts was also a common occurrence. Since all genome scripts were basically humanly crafted skills. There was always a chance of error, failed outcome, corner cases, or incompatibility.

Katniss chuckled nervously then forced a grin “Uh, you know uhm-“ She stuttered utterly confused on what to say and that was when it hit her. Bribe. Clara looked like one hasty enough to collect bribes, it seemed worth the chance. It was her last card though. If this fails, she’s done. The whole gameplay is over. But even if she has to bribe, what shall she bribe with? She had no money on her, she herself was so hasty yesterday that she didn’t think of taking some money along with her. Although she didn’t plan on sleeping there and things turning out like this.

Contemplating her to-do list, Divine mentally mapped out her journey from the clinic to the mall, where she planned to gather supplies for her impending arrival. In the midst of her thoughts, Mrs. James materialized before her, a gentle presence that tugged her back from the labyrinth of her musings. Divine blinked, momentarily startled by the unexpected interruption, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush. Meeting Mrs. James's patient gaze, she offered an apologetic smile, her voice regaining its steadiness. "Oh, Mrs. James, please forgive me. It seems I allowed my mind to wander for a moment there," she said, her tone a mixture of contrition and self-amusement.

I had those thoughts about us. ‘Now that the chase is over, there’s nothing else for us to look forward to.’ ‘What gave you that idea?’ he frowned. ‘Did I do anything that gave you any indication that this is going to end? Or that this ends here?’ Clara shrugged and sighed, then shook her head no. ‘I know I’m stupid and insecure. I’ve never had anyone like you, confident, handsome, congenial, and well-liked by everyone. There’s nothing wrong with you, nothing to fix, and I do not know what to do with myself. It makes me scared to think that you settled for less when you asked me to be yours.’

----------------------------------------- ELLA Good afternoon queen, we have some clues on them. ----------------------------------------- Just as I heard the word CLUE, I stopped the car at the side and put the phone on speaker for girls to listen too. ----------------------------------------- NEET What exactly? *I said clearly impatient* ELLA It's best if u come to the base. NEET Ok I will be there in ten. Gather at least 15 people in the meeting room. ELLA It will be done. ----------------------------------------- I hanged up and started driving. I was holding the steering wheel tightly making my fingers turn pale. The girls didn't said anything just sat there probably thinking about the

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CLUMSINESS. Awkward, lacking coordination, not graceful, not dexterous. Anna Davenport had often tried to be cool and collected, especially whenever she found herself amongst people, but as her clumsiness would always have it, she had just shown that in front of two of her residents.

The sharp buzz of her phone shattered the silence. Claire jumped, her heart leaping into her throat. She fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, staring at the screen. It was a message. From an unknown number. Her fingers shook as she opened it. > Unknown: "You can run, little mouse. But you can’t hide forever. See you soon." Claire’s vision blurred with terror. Her stomach twisted painfully, and she dropped the phone as if it had burned her hand. Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely.

TRACY Concentrating on the lines of code on my monitor, I tried to tune out the low hum of the open-plan office. My progress on the data pipeline was solid, but a shadow fell across my desk before I could finish the latest string. I looked up to see Clara standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression was a mix of boredom and sharp, focused resentment.

“What’s up?” She walked in, scrolling through her phone. “The second clue for that client event I told you about is still unsolved, and it’s driving me crazy. And no, I know you’re not busy, and I need your help. Braxton, maybe you can help too.” She explained the concept of the first clue to him before she read the second one out loud. “Every promise deserves a witness, where petals remember footsteps, and vows once danced with the wind.” She looked between the both of us.