N A T U R A L Unscramble Novels & Stories

She only hugged Julie and comfort her. "I will take Amanda for check up." Nathalie first take Amanda for a bath then handed her neat clothes. "Lay down. I have to examine your lower part." Nathalie guided Amanda and wore her surgical gloves. She then applied a cream and examined her thoroughly. Nathalie sighed deeply and turned to Julie. "Everything is fine. There is a cut between her legs due to roughness but it will heal. As for precautions, here are some medicines, she will not get pregnant also help her to reduce the effect of trauma." Nathalie instructed and explained few more points.

Annie teased, her shoulders relaxing at the knowledge that her sister wanted to be in the babies’ lives. “The guys are going to have so much fun being uncles.” Abby said with a smile as she handed the sonogram back to her sister. “Guys? I mean, I know you’ve got more than one mate…” “I’m mated to four men.” Abby said as she nervously bit her lip. “Four men…” “Four.” Abby said with a nod. “I guess you’ll have lots of help if you babysit.” Annie said with a slight smile as she took another bite of the soup.

"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.

I tapped her lightly and she went to her bedroom. Now left all alone, the frustration struck more. The giant mirror leaning against the wall, on which Lena practiced yoga or whatever, reflected the empty chair and the city itself. I took the bottle of baby oil at the side table; she had said it was to use in massages. I hiked up my dress, and pulled my cock out of it, my hands shaking. It was already stiff, strong and veined, and the head had been oozing pre-cum in the damp air. I put a little oil in my palm, greasing it up very slowly, and I could see myself in the glass. My hips moved and I began to stroke, base to tip, squeeze to the tip

he finally said, his voice trembling. “Why not?” I asked, confused by his reaction. “This isn’t an ordinary necklace. Get out of here,” he snapped, visibly shaken. I didn’t argue. Pocketing the necklace, I left the market and used the cash to board a vehicle back to my pack. Returning Home The familiar sights of my pack territory brought a fleeting sense of relief, but it vanished the moment I stepped into my parents’ compound. A chilling breeze swept past me, carrying with it an ominous sense of dread. The place was unnervingly quiet.

see myself hating him, I mentally added and if I could snap at the woman to stop smiling, I would in a heartbeat. "I'm very sure you will find out. He intrigues you. The both of you are stubborn. It will be an interesting journey." I scowled at the cryptic attempt at an answer but lowered my voice when the next words came from my lips "What do you know about the Unnaturals?"

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.”

“Let’s get going, sweetie.” I nodded, and we made our way through the hall towards the front door, my hand resting comfortably in the crook of his arm. Just as the gate motor whirred to life, a voice pierced the morning calm from the driveway. “The whole Kumasi! The whole Kumasi!” I groaned internally. Only one person had that particular brand of chaotic energy. My best friend, Nelly, marched through the open gate, chanting the ridiculous nickname she’d bestowed upon me years ago. She froze mid-chant, her dramatic entrance collapsing into wide-eyed mortification as she spotted my husband beside me.

She gently caressed his cheek. “You won't.” And then she pivoted away. --- ⚡ Tapping into Nature’s Force The Hunters rushed into the clearing behind them. Twelve figures cloaked in shadows. Crossbows held high. Silver nets at the ready. Their gazes were cold, intent, unyielding. Lydia took a deep breath. Her inner wolf stirred. Her sight flickered with golden hues. Then transitioned to silver. A breeze swirled at her feet. Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor.