Proudly Unscramble Novels & Stories

They love me so much. "So I am passing out these papers, reach lady take one and pass them down. Here are some pens as well to pass along. So this game is a scramble game, the object of the game is to unscramble as many words as you can. All the words have something to do with wedding. The one with the most words correctly unscrambled wins a prize out of this basket" she said holding it up. "The second most out of this basket" she said as Chris held up the second basket.

Turned it toward me. It was a document. Official council letterhead. I scanned it quickly. **CASE DELTA-SEVEN-FOUR-NINE - EXTERNAL COMMUNICATIONS LOG** A list of names. Dates. Times. Phone calls. Emails. Meetings. Most of them were marked **Northern Ridge Pack - Alpha Lucian Hart**. But there were others. Names I didn't recognize. Packs I'd never heard of. All contacting the council. All referencing my case. All using the same language: "traditional pack authority," "bloodline jurisdiction," "dangerous precedent."

He fell back beside her, gulping air into his lungs as he tried to stop shaking. He'd committed a sin. An unforgivable one. What is done cannot be undone, and no amount of remorse can redeem him for this misdeed. But he'd made a decision and he had no other choice but to continue.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

I stopped in front of the gate’s guard who asked for the club's entry password. " Z-e-x" I spelled. He opened the door welcoming me in, I walked downstairs passing by many men and tough-looking girls who were chatting together. A fight was taking place in the ring already and everyone was busy cheering for our number one fighter who is known as The Beast, Mr. John.

The pasta Seren preferred with the specific sauce that required no onions because Seren had strong feelings about onions and had communicated them clearly. The scrambled eggs that required the precise amount of butter that Seren had specified in their second lunch and which Margaux had written down because she was not going to get it wrong twice. And the thing Seren called grandma bread a specific kind of sweet bread that Margaux had made on the third lunch from a recipe her own grandmother had given her forty years ago and which Seren had eaten three pieces of and declared the best thing she had ever had and which Margaux now made every Tuesday because Seren had decided it was a Tuesday lun

Primotivo's POV "Engr!" I smiled at the person who called me, as I stepped closer to them. "How did you know it was me?" I asked them when I reached the table they were occupying. "Damn it, Primo! Of course we can recognize you easily by counting from 1 to 10. Who wouldn’t know it was you if you just wear a mask that only half of your face is covered." I just smiled at Zanjo's response.