Reflect Unscramble Novels & Stories

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

With raised brows, Theodore looked questionably at his mother. "There was this piece of paper attached to her jacket." Mona waved the paper infront of his face. "Let me read it out for you." She cleared her throat. "For Sr. Theodore Alexander, With dire respect, sir. We are writing this to express our regret for the thoughtless step we pulled. By the virtue of your status, you must have operated who we are and by virtue of your influence, where we are. Words can't explain the level of guilt we feel. It was all just a misunderstanding. We didn't mean to kidnap your girl. We could never dare doing that in right state of mind. Please accept our heartiest apology and don't keep any grudge agains

CARA “Thank God it's not broken. The drug will make you feel relieved a little. Try as much as possible not to do anything strenuous with the hand. The gel will also help relieve the pain. If you feel any discomfort let me know.” “Thank you very much, sir.” “Please call me Dr Grendel.” “Ok. Dr Grendel, how much does all these cost?” “Liam has paid for it. Mr regards to him. He sent me a text saying he was in a meeting.”

I don’t need friends, I need information. I picked up the contract immediately and looked it over. To summarize, it included a schedule that I couldn’t defer from or it would be seen as treason, I’d have some one always with me escorting me everywhere I go and if I am seen alone it will constitute as treason, and I am not to engage with anyone in the pack or it will be, you guessed it, treasonous. I’ve traded one cell for another it seemed, but I couldn’t exactly blame them. I’m some random girl claiming to be a turned wolf who is not an enemy, with no family or anyone to prove it. Well I guess I’m not exactly random if he finds me familiar, now I just need to remember where I know him from.

Essence said as she looked at the words. “There is five words that you have to unscramble, once you’re done you will use those words as a map to find your way out of the maze behind me.” The assistant said as she stepped away from the board. Essence looked over and saw that everyone was still at the board trying to figure out the words. They were moving the letters all over the boards, they were looking panicked. Essence stepped up to the board, and realized that Unique was actually helping and had put together some of the letters together already. There were five rows of letters: The first row of letters were llccasuu, next was iotmtroyrgne, then vvrdeteiia, himtragol, and olbaaarp. “I'm wi

The seal ran along the broken edge, teeth of symbols that didn’t belong on a beach in Australia. “Latin first,” Frank said, as if that could make a boundary. “Sulcatum—ploughed, scored, furrowed. Rudmalian—not classical. Might be bastardised rudis malum—raw evil—or a proper name. Speculum—mirror. Sacculus—pouch. Repdetrious… Valente argues it’s a corruption: repetitio—a demanding back; or de-tritus ground down; or he scribbles redemptorius and crosses it out.” He blew air through his nose. “He thought it meant a kind of… binding. A mirror-pocket cut into the world that demands its price back.” Gabe stared. “A pocket. Like a rip.”

“What do you think?” “Uh,” the girl mutters. “What’s that?” “It’s a game,” Leona answers shortly. “Clearly,” Violet rolls her eyes. “She means what kind of game- how to play.” “I know,” Leona shrugs. “But I don’t feel like explaining, so I’m leaving it up to you two to do so.” Another roll of her eyes, and Violet sighs. “Okay,” she says, giving a brief explanation. “Basically, we’re going to each say something we’ve never done, and if someone else has done that thing, then they have to put a finger down.”

- I facepalm myself - "my point is you need to throw that nasty ass candy away and get a lemon." Furrowing my brow, I'm trying to figure out what he's even talking about. "A lemon? Is this some weird reference to making lemonade or something stupid like that?" "While that would have been a good one, no. This is about how sniffing a lemon cancels out all the other smells around you and calms the tummy. In fact…" He reaches into his drawer and rummages around for a few seconds. "Ah ha! Here it is. I brought you this."

➳ "I am not a werewolf." ... Nathan blinked in incredulity. "What?" The Alpha leaned closer, repeating the assertion. "I am not a werewolf." "What are you talking about? I've seen you shift, and I can smell-" Nathan paused to sniff the air. "Yes, you smell like a wolf." "I am a wolf. Just not a werewolf." "What does that even mean?" "I'm a direwolf." He watched as Nathan's mouth slowly dropped open.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh,” I raised my brows. “What do you want now?” “To hang out.” “We do that every day. Thank you, next.” “How about we try uhm, painting?” His eyes twinkled. “I have some paint at home. Well mum’s but she wouldn’t mind.” “I do not have nice colour appreciation…what’s that called?” I snapped my fingers around. “Colour co-ordination.” He smiled.