Indeed Unscramble Novels & Stories

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

Brian said in irritation. “What son?” Brian’s abductor asked. “That… that son term… you can’t use that… I am not your son” Brian complained like a child. “Oh dear… you never change. I am glad you never change” Brian’s abductor chuckled in satisfaction. Brian’s abductor took Brian inside and untied his hands. “Why did you untie me?” Brian asked rubbing his sore hands. “Because I know you are going nowhere. You are hungry? I can make some sandwiches” Brian’s abductor was looking for something in the mess he calls kitchen.

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.”

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.

About my family in careful capital letters that had already decided something the adults were still working toward. She typed back slowly Ask me tomorrow at ten o'clock. His reply came in seconds "I'll be there at nine fifty."

It’s tiring. God, please give me a better day tomorrow. I only woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing. Annoyed by the sound, I groaned and reached out my hand to locate it with my bare hands. In the instance I grabbed it, I accepted the call. “Rise and shine my dear bitchy friend!” Cassandra greeted from the other side of the call. “Time to work!” she added and then ended the call immediately. Shit! I widened my eyes in surprised.

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

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?

"How about some breakfast, Nysaa? It's important to keep your strength up." Nysaa, still somewhat disoriented and groggy from her experience, didn't even notice the journal or Dr. Ruiz's curious discoveries. She simply nodded in agreement, silently grateful for her therapist's support, and they continued to navigate the challenging journey of Nysaa's recovery together.

The nice memory was still a memory. The lunch boxes have been distributed already. Abel gathered all the large baskets and loaded them in the trunk. Daisy did not linger any longer, said goodbye to everyone, climbed into the cockpit, and started the motor. Unaware, on the third floor. Ivory was looking at her through the window, coming to the conclusion “It seems the news that she is not married is true. The hand doesn't have a ring on it yet."