Novel & Cerita Stepped Unscramble

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.

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

ELENA I moved before I could think. My legs carried me forward in quick, unsteady steps, my hand reaching out instinctively toward him. I caught his wrist in a clumsy grip, my fingers wrapping around the rough fabric of his sleeve, The man stiffened instantly at my touch.

“This is three hundred thousand dollars. Keep the change. “The extra? Consider it my way of repaying you for raising me.” Their eyes were glued to the check, wide with greed. All other emotions evaporated. I placed another file on the table. It was a document my lawyer had prepared in advance. “This is the severance-of-relationship agreement. “Sign it, and from now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” Finally, my father reacted. He trembled with rage, jabbing a finger at me. “You… you brat! Are you trying to kill us? We raised you for eighteen years!”

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

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.

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

I tossed a prenatal checkup report onto the desk, watching as unease spread across Marshall's face. "This is what you mean by 'I'm the only one'?" "This is your so-called 'past tense'?" The report clearly showed a pregnancy of 12 weeks, and the patient's name was Crystal Payne. Crystal had just wrapped up shooting her ad campaign. As of yesterday, the posters had been launched nationwide across stores, with no chance of recall. Her public image was now tied to the product, and any scandal involving her would undoubtedly impact sales.

Yet tonight, a new threat emerged—one that refused to play by rules, one that operated outside patterns, one that thrived in chaos rather than predictability. Madison led the advance, moving with careful precision, but even she felt the tension in the air. “This one doesn’t follow patterns,” she murmured. “No traps we’ve seen, no shadows we can manipulate. Stepbrother, central. Anticipate unpredictability—not as deviation, but as constant.” Stepbrother’s gaze swept the streets, calculating but alert to the intangible. “Understood. Observation amplified. Coordination executed. Traditional micro-errors irrelevant. Unpredictable variable mapped. Trust and rhythm must adapt continuously.”