Reveals Unscramble Novels & Stories

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

"Hey sleepy gills, you ready to go home?" Claire's voice cooed as if she were speaking to a child. Frank tried sitting up to find something was holding him down. He blinked away the groggy feeling of waking up from much-needed deep sleep. Reaching for his eyes he realized the heavy pressure he felt was indeed holding him in place. Looking down he found the two girls Ivan had just been holding were laying on top of him fast asleep. Frank tried looking around to find Claireor even Ivan but couldn't. They were under a tree in what seemed to be next to a wheat field with a light breeze blowing through the field. The sun looked as if it were about to set but was fighting to continue sharing its b

After placing his urn beside my mother's grave, I remained where I was, sitting quietly between them and tracing their names with my eyes as they stood side by side in stone. I did not speak, and I did not cry. I simply stayed there for a while, letting the silence settle around me. My phone did not ring until Raymond finally called. I had no idea what he wanted, but after five or six unanswered calls, he left a voice message demanding that I get home immediately. I glanced at the message, then rose and left the cemetery. The drive back was strangely peaceful. My mind was completely blank, and for once, I was not thinking about anything at all.

Jerika asked with concern. “Who is Antoine?” Brian asked curiously whereas Jerika was left dumbstruck listening to Antoine’s name from Brian’s mouth. From where he picked his name, Jerika wondered. Does that mean he is starting remembering things now? Can now Brian revealed Antoine’s secrets and his crimes to Jerika to unravel and expose in public. **********

I cleaned up the breakfast plates, arranged the leftover fruit neatly on the counter, and straightened a few things just to keep my hands busy. Then my phone buzzed against the table. I frowned, wiping my hands on a towel as I picked it up. The number was unfamiliar—unknown. Curiosity sparked through the haze of fatigue. I hesitated for a second, then swiped the screen open. A single message glowed back at me. Hi Macey, can we meet?

Adrian picked a silver gem and crushed it into powder with his fist. "I'm sure you know what to do with this" He said pouring the substance in Sham's stretched out palm. "Of course" he responded. "I will send you word once the job is done" he said, turning to leave. He stepped out and came to the corridor with the paintings. Sham poured the substance into a pouch and hid it in his cloak.

Once the meeting is adjourned, Alex and Mary stay behind to discuss the follow-up tasks, going through each action item methodically while Mary provides additional insights and suggestions. “Thank you, Mary,” Alex says sincerely, “your assistance in this meeting was invaluable." Mary smiles brightly as they leave for her office. As she gets into her office with Emily and Laura trailing behind her, she frowns as she sees a bunch of black roses and a gift box on her desk. She has always known that black roses signified hatred and revenge. She reaches for the card attached to it, and her heart skips for a bit as she unfolds the note, revealing a sinister message. “I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE THIS GIF

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.”