R E A L T Y Unscramble Novels & Stories

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.

Leona rolls her eyes but makes her way over nonetheless, Nadia following closely behind as she pushes through the hotel doors, four cards in her hand as she announces that she had gotten their room keys. “Okay,” Violet says, thanking the brunette as she joins them before moving on. “Are you ready, Livi?” The raven nods, a hum as she assures them that she was more than ready to get this blindfold off. “It’s been irritating my eyes for the past hour.” Leona chuckles. “Well, don’t worry. It’s time to take it off and I promise you, this was so worth it.” She says, reach around to untie the piece of fabric. “Ready?” She asks.

"I always keep my identity a secret and I only reveal it to some people. I wanted you personally tell you that you did amazing and I want you to play Christie so bad.." "Thankyou, Ms. Parker." "Oh just call me Rosie, Elena Parker isn't my real name. I made that up." I smiled and she nodded. "Thankyou, Rosie." "Okay.. I just want to say that because you really impressed me. You can go now and after the main character is finalized.. we'll let you know." I said and she smiled. She put her hand in front of me and I shook it. We walked out from the room together and she bid her goodbyes.

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.”

Dekha tujhe, socha tujhe Chaha tujhe, Pooja tujhe Meri khata, meri wafa Teri khata Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Ek shaam ki dahleez per Baithe rahe woh der tak Aankhon se ki batain bahut Moonh se kaha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 a tʀʊɛ ʀɛʟatɨօռsɦɨք ɨs աɦɛռ sօʍɛօռɛ aċċɛքts ʏօʊʀ քast,

Without condition. Real.

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.