Stepped Unscramble Novels & Stories

Uncertain. "What do you mean, 'always'?" I turned back toward the dying fire. "Nothing." "You said it in the study too that we can't undo choices we've already made. That we can't bring back the version of you who trusted us." His footsteps drew closer. "Lyra, I have an excellent memory. It's what makes me valuable to this pack. And I can tell you with absolute certainty that you've never used that specific phrasing before tonight." Damn him. Damn his meticulous mind and his inability to let anything go.

I punch the soft mattress. "Shhh. He's your step-uncle." She whispers like the walls have ears. "What do you think people will say? That's not the life you want, sweety." "Oh, Mama, people are always going to talk." I look her in the eyes to see if she can understand what I'm saying. "And for the record, he's my step-uncle." I emphasize the last words. "We're not related by blood in any way."

Trust yourself. I took another deep breath, steadied myself, and started breaking the question down. I could do this. I had done this before, countless times during my study sessions. It was just about focusing, not letting the panic get the better of me. Slowly but surely, the answer began to take shape in my mind, and I scribbled it down on the page. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

She didn't fail to notice the hardening of his features, as if all of a sudden he realised what he was truly here for. When he took a took a step in her direction she flinched, finally showing a sign that she wasn't paralyzed after all. The purse that had dearly hung on her shoulder collapsed on the ground. And she looked at it, and then back to him, shaking, going over her options but all that she managed to do was take a step back, and he came forward, closing the distance between them, casually, as if in his backpack there was nothing harmful, nothing dangerous.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

I didn't fully know where Lira was right now. Getting up from there was a few steps, then suddenly my balance was troubled again, and I was all blacked out instantly.

"]ust relax and stop moving your feet. I'll help you move." She let out a sigh and looked up at me. I slowly moved my feet and her hand shot out to grip onto the wooden banister next to her. "Steve." She grabbed my hand tighter. "It's alright, just follow what I'm doing, one foot in front of the other and push off and glide. Do that." She looked up at me scared. "I won't let you fall darling. Don't worry I'll catch you." I nodded my head and she nodded hers too, she let out a big sigh and slowly moved one of her feet while still holding onto the banister and tightly holding my hand.

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.

This is the first time that I will witness Primo being so vulnerable. This is the third day I picked him up because Erin, the owner of Starry Hub just called and said that he was drunk again. But this time, it's different, because he still has his consciousness and he’s still a little sober. He looks so fucked up. I saw his face wet with tears.

Narrators POV; He walks out of the room and Esther takes off her scarf, arranges her hair and gets to business with her makeup. Not failing to access the room while it. Kunle walks back into the room and acts like Esthers presence is nonexistent. He moves towards the wardrope and begins to undress. He first takes off his shirt, and then his vest, to reavel his chest and well built body. He then takes off his trouser and places it on the bed.