Context Unscramble Novels & Stories

Not as partner. Not as alignment. Not as shared presence. Just— Me. Unframed. Unbuffered. Uncontextualized. ⸻ And in systems like this— An uncontextualized variable is the easiest thing to reshape. ⸻ Adrian stepped closer. “They’ll try to box you into a role.” “I know.” “Don’t accept it.” “I won’t.” Silence. Then— “They’ll ask what you influence.” I met his gaze. “And I won’t answer that.”

great. "Dianna! Truth or dare?" "Um.... dare. Kidding! Truth of course" "Ehh! Which one for real?" "Truth! Truth hehehe peace" "Hmmmm Dianna..." "Yeah?" "Who is your first kiss?" "Ehh? F~First kiss? Hmmm" Flashback '"cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo" What is that sound?! Shuush! "cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo~"

When he did look at her it was because she was speaking. "The Henriksen portfolio is the most time-sensitive item on the restructuring agenda," she said. Her voice was the same. He had been aware, in an abstract way, that it would be, and had apparently not given that awareness sufficient weight. "They have a review clause in their management agreement that triggers at the sixty-day mark post-acquisition. If we haven't presented a continuity plan by then they have the right to withdraw without penalty." "What's the withdrawal value?" Pearce asked from the far end of the table.

He has been banned from the area for creating chaos. At first, I did not know why he was doing that because I couldn’t talk to him properly. I could not even reach him at his house. He is always gone, neither in Alarcon Constructions Corp., which he owns. So I just decided to go to the unit he always goes to and messes up.

“You all kidnapped me.” Four words. So much meaning. “Yes. We are fucking deranged from the beginning. Now you threw a tantrum because we are releasing you.” Luna jerked her head back to me. “No one is releasing no one,” I confirmed for the hundredth time. Marco looked at Vin as if he could support him on this. Vin looked at all of us, then at the mess on the floor. “I am living in a jungle.” He muttered. “Literally,” Luna drawled.

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.

One of them caught his attention. Familiars. On the page was a picture of a cat, with white and black fur and bright green eyes. "Quite familiar indeed," Matthew mused, turning the page to read more about these creatures. "Familiars are spirit companions who assist witches in their magical practices. Many of them are in cat form, though advanced witches may choose to put their familiars in different forms." Matthew skimmed over the description, slightly uninterested, but two sentences at the very end caught his eye:

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

I cleaned up the breakfast plates, arranged the leftover fruit neatly on the counter, and straightened a few things just to keep my hands busy. Then my phone buzzed against the table. I frowned, wiping my hands on a towel as I picked it up. The number was unfamiliar—unknown. Curiosity sparked through the haze of fatigue. I hesitated for a second, then swiped the screen open. A single message glowed back at me. Hi Macey, can we meet?

I stared at Lilian's messages over and over again, rereading every word. Lilian was not the type to say things without a reason. Did that mean there had been something suspicious about my father's accident all those years ago? The more I thought about it, the more pieces seemed to fall into place. At the time, my father had been running the Smith Group. My uncle had been forced to step aside despite his resentment because he simply could not compete with my father. The shareholders trusted my father and had little confidence in my uncle.