Shaped Unscramble Novels & Stories

I could see him pawing through the blankets, he was somehow stuck so I decided to assist him When he finally got free I was shocked Not at the fact that he had shifted into a tiny pup but at the fact that the colour of his fur coat was half icy blue and half fiery red Shit

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-“

I stood under the streetlight for a while and scratched my head. Then I remembered. I turned around, went back, and pushed the door open. I poked my head inside and held out my wrist, revealing the silver-gray tracker on it. "I left in too much of a hurry and forgot this. Can you help me take it off?" Vanessa Hale raised an eyebrow and hesitated. "What is that?" I explained calmly, "A tracker. It is paired with the one on Adrian Blake's wrist.