S T I C K Unscramble Novels & Stories

Paddles, crop and canes, blindfolds, gags, including rings and balls, and clamps were arranged on a table in front of the cabinet. “Before we begin,” Derek announced, interrupting the awe of these men. “Do you know what this is?” He asked, his finger pointing at everything in the room one after the other. “Yes,” they said in unison and nodded simultaneously. “Excellent,” he said. “We will play a game,” he paused and looked at them. “I call it The master and the mastered.” Both men had confusion all over their faces but they dare not ask him questions or interrupt him.

Showing her a small black tin. She nodded, still not looking at him. “Just open it.” He wasn’t sure what this was all about but he did as he was told. “What the?” He exclaimed, his jaw dropped a bit. The box contained blister packs with unfamiliar medical names he had never seen before. Prozac. Anafranil. Naltrexone. Guanfacine. “W-what are these?” Intuition told him that these weren’t just over-the-counter medicine. “Fin, you know I’m freaking slow, you have to tell me what these are for?”

🌠 Unfolding Part 47—the chapter where letters once tucked away begin to connect strangers like threads across different hearts. The studio is no longer just a haven. It’s becoming a collective voice—full of whispers that want to become conversations, and truths that have waited their turn to be received.

He picked something up and turned back to me, with his expression unreadable. then he walked back to me with a smile on his face. He placed a dark silk ribbon in my hand. “This is just a symbol,” he said. “Not to hold you, but to remind you that you're here by choice.” I held the ribbon, unsure what to say. My heart beat loudly in my ears, I didn't understand what he meant. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said gently. “But if you stay, I’ll guide you Slowly and carefully.”

“Look, I don't have any problems with you calling me nicknames like, Daddy white, fresh papa, daddy yo, yo Dada, sweet pa... and blah blah blah, not some dumb name that sounds like puppy and pop corn” “come on Dad” “No, I said no!” I replied bluntly “What’s that cube in your hand? give it to me” “It’s a Rubik's cube” Stiles replied feebly “Aerobics cube” “NooOH! It's a Rubik's cube, RuuuBi...Ks, R, U, B, I, K, S.. Rubik's cube” Stiles replied spelling it one after the other. “Ehnn, Over Sabi. Rubik's cube, or whatever you call it, it's non of my business, just give it to me”

It was different when someone interrupted your verbal argument, but when they disrupt your thoughts, you know they are incomparably dominant. His single word had managed to shook her to the core. She knew she had to speak before the voice asked again. She already wished for him to be mute, realising his voice alone could swirl her whole body like a cow in the tornado. She tried to speak, attempting to hide the obvious stutter of her tone. "Tara"

“Okay” ******************* As we approached our lockers a guy walked towards us, I recognized him as the quarterback, his name was Shane. He and Cara dated for a while last year and he still tried all he could to get back together with her. Cara on the other hand had moved on but it didn’t stop her from letting him think he had a chance with her. He shoved his wavy hair back away from his face and smiled. “Hi Cara” She looked away from her locker and glanced at him for a hot second.