Shallow Unscramble Novels & Stories

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

I won't cause any problems and everyone can just go on with their lives " His expression softened and he unclenched his jaw .. Hook. Line . Sinker

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She seemed sad, a broken sort of emotion overcoming her features. I felt a trickle of shame run down my neck, as I stared at the dejection in her eyes. She pulled her hair up, thread tangled between her fingers, which she quickly twisted off, carefully tucking them away into a patchwork bag, with other scraps of fabric. “Heron. I can’t just go to anyone. I need it to be believable for my father. All of the women I know would take the opportunity and run with it, but they could never convince my father. They’re not-“

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

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.

Together, she and another staff member finally managed to pull him away. The moment his grip loosened, I collapsed onto the couch, coughing violently as I struggled to draw air back into my lungs. My chest burned, and my throat felt raw from the pressure he had put on it. Even then, Raymond refused to let it go. "What happened to the baby? Tell me. What happened to our child?" He grabbed me and shook me hard, causing the funeral program to flutter to the floor. "What is this program about? Who died? Whose funeral did you go to?"