Loaded Unscramble Novels & Stories

“What do they mean?” “They’re anagrams,” Sasha explained. “Jumbled words. If you notice, there’s a different color of Everlite crystal behind each letter. You activated them when you passed in front of them through the ice ramps. If you apply a sequence to the colors, say white-blue-brown, other words are formed.” “I see. They’re the colors of the three clans except Vulcanus.” “Precisely. So, white-blue-brown-white-blue-brown turns the first word from ‘SWORD’ to ‘WORDS’. The same pattern changes the third word from ‘PARTS’ to ‘TRAPS’.”

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"

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.

Omar had turned his room upside down in search of his passport, he had started looking for it as soon as he woke and he had been searching for it all morning, it shouldn't be missing because he knew where he had kept it; inside the smallest compartment of his mini suit case, but it didn't find it there. Where else would it be? The drawers? No. He searched in all his bags but couldn't find it. If it wasn't there then....

" Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture. Tristan grabbed the phone and slammed it to the ground. The screen cracked. "Tristan?" "Get out!" Jordan, bewildered, didn't understand what had triggered Tristan. He picked up the phone and ran off. The others exchanged awkward glances. "Tristan, maybe you should call Esther. It could just be someone who looks like her." Tristan held his phone but suppressed the urge to call her. The image of Esther holding hands with that man from the reunion flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

I would do anything to have my wolf. “You’re not looking for just any dark witch,” said Skye. “You’re looking for the specific witch who cast the spell. Only she can undo it.” My shoulders slumped. “And of course, that’s impossible, right? There’s no way of knowing who?” “Her name is Rosina. I can scent her particular magic. She’s notoriously difficult to find, though.” “Of course she is,” muttered Josh. Skye eyed him suspiciously. I really didn’t like the looks she gave him at all. They made me feel uneasy.

And the guy just stood there scratching his head and I ran down quickly out of the guest room to find my best friend Melanie As I went out of the guestroom, I went to the bedroom of Melanie to check if she was there, so she could lend me the scarf I needed desperately. "Bestie? Bestie are you awake? Bes?" I was knocking on the door but there was no one answering my shouting "Bestie?! Bes Melanie are you there by any chance?! Bes?!" I tried holding the doorknob and twisted it to see if it was locked, but it wasn't though. I slowly opened it and peeked inside, hmm looks like no one is here. Great!

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.