Nursery Unscramble Novels & Stories

Flashes of lightning flicker above as hazardous wind stirs. By dawn, Natalie, Eris, Vincent and Tuck finish converting an office into a nursery. Complete with a crib, a dresser full of clothes, a trunk full of toys, and child proof locks. Tuck sets up a diaper-changing station and stocks it full, while Eris rolls out a colorful rug and Vincent places a rocking chair on it. Eris adds a footstool, a long chair and a bunch of pillows, before helping his mom up the stairs.

“This is how we win. Not by fighting. By staying. By growing something they can’t see.” It was stupid, and small, and so unspeakably brave that Elena nearly wept. Behind her, the boys murmured among themselves, plotting, tangling up plans. Solace nudged Mira, stole an apple seed, and bit it just to spite her. They didn’t call themselves rebels or heroes, even in secret. They called themselves The Nursery, and they met in ducts and tunnels and the abandoned, unlit corners of the city. They hoarded seeds. They hoarded stories. Elena gathered every mother she could trust, parceled out the lore like smuggled sugar, and began to teach the children how to plant things—not just seeds, but hope, and

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.

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

As they reached the entrance, Alex's eyes widened in awe at the sight before her. The nursery was an enchanting haven, like stepping into a fairytale world. Soft pastel hues adorned the walls, with delicate murals of blooming flowers and whimsical woodland creatures, all hand-painted with incredible detail. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow throughout the room. Her heart fluttered with delight as her eyes caught sight of the enchanting crib at the center of the room. It was an exquisite masterpiece, perfectly carved from the finest wood and decorated with delicate lace drapery. Plush satin pillows in shades of pink and gold added a touch of elegance.

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.”

a look cut off Josey from Tarrin before returning to what he was doing on his laptop. She couldn’t understand his mood but sat quietly, looking out the window until they arrived. The nursery was surrounded by a few acres of farmland but stood out because of its robin's egg colored framing and extended covered areas of plants. Hearty mums, the color of Fall, sat on wooden-made shelves outside, along with saplings sitting around in buckets, waiting to be sold. “We're here,” Mara announced. Tarring closed his laptop, and Josey got out, taking a deep breath through her nose of the soil and manure that permeated the air.