Loaded Unscramble Novels & Stories

It was locked with a small, heavy-duty padlock. She went back inside, grabbed a hammer and a sturdy chisel from her utility drawer, and set to work. It took several agonizing minutes of heavy, stressful pounding, but the old, cheap lock finally gave way with a splintering screech. Anna lifted the heavy lid. Inside, the contents were meticulously preserved, sealed in large Ziplock bags. A bundle of letters addressed from T.B. to H.M. The first one was dated two months before Hannah’s death and the tone was cold, aggressive, and clearly threatening.

“Confident as hell, knows her worth. Intrigued me more than I expected.” I took another sip of bourbon, letting the warmth settle. “But jumping at it? Nah.” I shook my head. Arlo turned his head, arching a brow, the ember of his smoke glowing orange. “Why not?” He asked. “Packs needs the tie-in. Nightshade and Winters, that's power.” I met his gaze, the understanding passing between us like a shared secret. “You know why.” He held my eyes for a moment, then nodded slowly, exhaling smoke through his nose.

Samantha leaned closer, practically hovering, her excitement making me smile despite myself. She picked up the sealed bag, turning it over in her hands before noticing a small note attached. She unfolded it and read aloud, her voice teasing and a little dramatic: “Sorry for overworking you last night. I got some pills and food for you. Signed, D.” I froze, my heart stuttering in my chest. The blush that had been creeping up my neck surged hot across my cheeks, and I snatched the note from her hands, feeling my fingers tremble just slightly. My pulse raced, a strange, thrilling mix of surprise, delight, and something I couldn’t quite name.

Damaged. 'Enough of this bullshit.' I think to myself. We all have to get ready to head to our favorite restaurant. Uncle Luke, Dixon, Sebastian, Landyn, Aunt Marissa and Adne will with us along with our cousins. We all head towards the restaurant. We got there astoundingly quick. We were taken to our normal section, and we all took our usual seats. You can hear Harlow and Paxton smell the air. What shocked me is when Dominic started to smell the air. When I finally got hit with the smell. I sniff again and the scent is getting stronger. Odin my wolf starts to stir which is rare. It smells like a Rain Forest with a hint of cherry blossoms. The scent is getting stronger and all four of our he

Even the home Nathan and I had shared as Luna and Alpha of the Moonbeam Pack couldn’t compare to this. A tight knot twisted in my stomach at the thought of Nathan. I pushed the memory of him aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. I followed the sound of voices down the hall and approached a large, open room; the heat of a conversation caught my attention. “You need to stop running from this, Favian!” An older man’s voice said, firm and impatient. “You are the Alpha of the Furbloom Pack. It’s time for you to take a mate.” I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. The Furbloom Pack?

The accountant called Friday morning. "The signature is replicated," she said. "Professionally done but there are three micro inconsistencies in the pressure points that wouldn't survive scrutiny. The account transfer record references a clearing house code that didn't exist until eight months after the date on the document." A pause. "Whoever made this knew what they were doing. They just didn't know everything." "How long will it take to produce a full report?" "End of next week." "I need it by Wednesday." A pause. "I'll have it by Wednesday."

“Which one?” A brief hesitation. “Han International.” I don't move. Sora. Interesting. Cassian remains behind me, silent as ever. “What percentage are we competing for?” I asked. “Seventeen percent controlling minority.” Not majority. But enough to influence. I lean back slightly in the chair. “Withdraw visible interest,” I say calmly. “Re-enter through subsidiary channels. Stagger purchase through three holding shells.” My aunt’s projection smiles faintly. “You’re recommending obfuscation.”