S A V A G E 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.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Name: Scarlet Vale, 23. Education:High school graduate; did not attend university. Mother:Deceased (complications during childbirth). Father: Arthur Vale, 45. Unemployed alcoholic, drowning in deep debt. Employment: Exotic dancer at Club Midnight Sins; part-time waitress at a local diner; independent cleaner for commercial offices; occasional bartender. Standard, pathetic, tragic shit. The exact kind of girl the world chews up, breaks, and spits into the gutter every single day. But as I turned to the final page, my fingers locked onto the edge of the paper. My chest tightened. I read the paragraph once. Twice. Three times, ensuring my mind wasn't playing tricks on me in the morning light.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

“They hurt me. Took everything. I can’t just let it go, Kael. I can’t live with it.” He was quiet so long I thought he was mad. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a scroll tied with red ribbon. Handed it over without a word. I took it like it might bite me. Untied it slow. My name in big fancy writing. Official Iron Claw seal. Rights of Revocation.