Shallow Unscramble Novels & Stories

Abigail said with gritted teeth. "What do you mean by you are helping yourself?" Kelsa asked in confusion. Upon hearing Kelsa's question, Abigail realized she had misspoken. "I cannot be bothered explaining myself to such a stupid person like you. I can't even comprehend the fact that Mr. Julian Shaw actually allowed such an idiotic person like you, to get married to his only child. Don't worry, I'll take that burden from you very soon." Said Abigail, revealing her intension.

“I’m fine.” Greyson ignored her and draped his jacket round Indianna’s shoulders and then sat back down. “You don’t seem so full of questions anymore, sugar.” “I want to go home, Greyson.” “You can’t until the first stage of the process is complete.” “What is this p-process?” She asked quietly and pulled Greyson’s jacket tighter around her. “It’s the process preparing you for your first shift,” he said and Indianna’s eyes widened. “W-What?”

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, and with a sudden jolt, she realized she had to get to the bathroom, and fast. Frantically, she staggered to her feet and rushed towards the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, and the room seemed to spin around her. It was a race against time as she barely reached the toilet before her stomach rebelled. She retched, heaving out the remnants of last night's poor decisions, each gag echoing in the small bathroom.

Samantha leaned closer, practically hovering, her excitement making me smile despite myself. She picked up the sealed bag, turning it over in her hands before noticing a small note attached. She unfolded it and read aloud, her voice teasing and a little dramatic: “Sorry for overworking you last night. I got some pills and food for you. Signed, D.” I froze, my heart stuttering in my chest. The blush that had been creeping up my neck surged hot across my cheeks, and I snatched the note from her hands, feeling my fingers tremble just slightly. My pulse raced, a strange, thrilling mix of surprise, delight, and something I couldn’t quite name.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

He would not be surprised if she was too, but he wanted his mate to love him, in all forms; he needed to get her used to his wolf form. "Just to let you know, my wolf may not have the most... friendly appearance. But there's no need for you to be scared of it, remember that it's just me." Madeline nodded understandably. She was not scared of wolves, she used to play with them all the time, especially her brother's wolf. Without warning, Matthew began undressing. His mate gazed at him, stunned, while he removed his shirt, before quickly covering her eyes with her hands, slightly ashamed that she watched him for that long. He mentally smiled at her innocent reaction, before removing the rest o

The walk from Vance Hall to the central quad was the first time the actual scale of Ashcroft University hit me. The morning air had a crisp, sharp bite to it, rustling through the massive oak trees that shaded the brick paths. Everywhere you looked, streams of students were moving with an intense, fast-paced purpose—iced coffees balanced in full hands, bags swinging from shoulders, and laptops tucked firmly under arms.

Smile. Walk. Don't move your hands. Take small steps. Don't run. Just walk. Breathe. Don't let them see you can't. Don't make a sound. Just breathe. Smile. Don't raise your voice. Nod your head. Don't talk back. Don't scream. Smile— "Luna? Luna?" Someone shook my shoulders. I turned, too fast, too sharp and found Remi's concerned gaze. His eyes zeroed in on my turtleneck.

Brian said in irritation. “What son?” Brian’s abductor asked. “That… that son term… you can’t use that… I am not your son” Brian complained like a child. “Oh dear… you never change. I am glad you never change” Brian’s abductor chuckled in satisfaction. Brian’s abductor took Brian inside and untied his hands. “Why did you untie me?” Brian asked rubbing his sore hands. “Because I know you are going nowhere. You are hungry? I can make some sandwiches” Brian’s abductor was looking for something in the mess he calls kitchen.