S T I C K Unscramble Novels & Stories

“And don’t forget to call me as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting to hear from you." I nod, a lump forming in my throat. “I will Jenna, I promise." I give her another hug, then I grab my bag and hurry out to my car. I load my bag into the driver’s seat of my old Honda Civic and slide into the driver’s seat. As I turn the key in the ignition, the engine sputters and creaks as it always does. “Come on Betty, don’t give out on me now," I plead as I turn the key again.

"That sounds very unhealthy, Scarlet. Don't tell me that I have to remind you to do so even though you are far away, you know your hygiene—" "Fuck, I still have my glasses on." I cut in, now realizing I'm sweaty as well. What the fuck? Had he seen me like that? What was he thinking? He probably thought I was a klutz. Jesus, how can I do this to myself? "Scarlet." The use of my real name has me snapping back to reality, my reply coming out in a tired drawl, "What?" "Do you still like him?"

she knows what it means to be hurt yet, you can't cry it out. " You might not have someone to tell your problems to, they will not always be there for you compared to how available you always are for them but that doesn't mean you should sulk alone pilling your feelings deep within you" she takes in a deep breath, " release yourself from the stress and emotional trauma, let it out. Breath in and belief everything is fine, make them know you are alright but don't forget to shatter when you are alone 'cause that's the only way you can become strong again"

I have had my own fair share of problems. I twirled the needle around my finger and missed, dropping into a puddle of oil. How it got there I didn't know. I quickly picked it up and cleaned it with my clothes. And something very interesting came to light that instant. On the sides of the of the needle was something engraved on it, like a calligraphy. I peeked even a closer and I was able to make out something. It had initials T. Y and O. W and some other things I couldn't quite make out. My heart skipped a bit. I know of the O. W but the T. Y? Who the hell is that and why was it engraved on this needle?

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

But Celeste’s grip on his jacket tightened. “Oh no!” Celeste’s pout deepened, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence. “It’s stuck.” Vivi took a step back, already looking for an exit. Her eyes darted toward the hedge lining the side of the garden. A small opening, barely visible beneath the overgrowth, stood just a few feet away. A sign, half-hidden beneath the leaves, read: Hedge Maze Entrance. Knox was still trying to free himself from Celeste’s grip, his expression turning stormy as she “struggled” with the buttons on his jacket. Celeste’s hand lingered far too long on his chest, her smile overly practiced.

How hard is it to read "positive" Xander has always wanted this and he is yet to believe it's happening. He is filled with emotions but he can't tell which emotion. Xander picks up a stick, "You know I peed on that right?" Cara says, and Xander immediately drops it in the zinc. Xander turns to her, "How do I know it's mine?" That question is a huge slap to Cara's face, and it gets her blood boiling but it's nothing new when it comes to the douche. "I don't know who you think I am but if I say it's yours," She pauses, "It's yours."

This could be uncomfortable, but I'm willing to give it everything I've got. I struggle to take the bra off, and I'm ready to rip the fucker when the hook gives in and let's go. Throwing it on the ground, I give him my full attention again. He's walking towards me, his hand on his cock, lazily stroking it up and down. The condom package in his hand is like a beacon of light. I can't look away from what he's doing, the promise of what's going to happen to me. Trick comes to a stop in front of me, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. "Are you sure about this? Once I get this fucking rubber on, it's over, I won't be able to stop," he warns.

Now he is busy gathering support from influential school students, none other than the old kids as his close friends. Submission of application to form this club is not just any. Hoping after gathering support from the best students in the academic world, namely the top five consisting of Carol, William, Sihan and Anthony themselves, this proposal can pass smoothly without obstacles. Sihan was a model student and a role model for students in ethics. Carol is the school's unofficial mascot and public image. Anthony troublemaker, who overwhelmed the school, went awry because in line with his mischief, the school's grades remained superior to the majority of SOPA students. Then William.

"Hockey, of course." "Unbelievable." He untangles his arms from around me before taking off toward the door that leads off the ice. For the first time, anxiety slices through me as I hug my arms around my middle. "Where are you going?" Even though I found this little prank amusing, maybe he didn't. "To get another stick," he shouts as if it should be obvious. I suck in a deep breath before pushing it out again and force my muscles to relax. A few minutes later, he returns with some equipment before tossing me a pair of gloves with a shake of his head. "Un-freaking-believable."