Stormy Unscramble Novels & Stories

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

Liv: ☺️ Liv: I would love to but my mom grounded me for skipping. Storm: Then sneak out. I promise I'll have you back before they even notice you're gone.😈 Liv: So smooth with it. Liv: Okay. Liv: I'll sneak out. Storm: Great. I'll come pick you up at seven. I switched my phone off at the side before smiling broadly. I slumped onto my bed before taking my shoes off. I climbed under my blankets and listened to the rain clattering against my bedroom window.

Jada! Jada! Get up you have an interview to get to in a hour time" I heard my sister yelling. Oh my god! My interview at Grey's fashion and style boutique. I jumped from my bed and lingered into the bathroom still feeling sleepy. I started stripping my clothes piece by piece and took a quick shower. After getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and started with my messy hair. I flat iron it and let it flow above my back and applied a little make up since it's an interview.

Then, an unexpected gust of wind blew and her black hair flew in her face, blinding her vision. "This wind just had to blow at this time!" She stopped in her tracks, her fingers flailing around her face as she tried to remove the troublesome curls. "Maybe it's time to have a haircut!" She turned while grumbling under her breath, her fingers entangled in the long strands. Bang! Right at this moment, a powerful force collided with her, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward. Stunned and caught off guard, Qing Yue closed her eyes and steeled her heart for the impending crash.

"Ugh!" Some people nearly threw up watching him. "Commander, how can you eat ashes?" "No matter how upset you are, you can't do that!" The others turned away, unable to watch anymore. Only Ella kept her eyes fixed on his face, watching for his reaction. She was curious too. Were those really the ashes of Ariel's baby? Remi tasted it. That definitely wasn't ash. "It's flour! Not ashes. It's flour!" He raised the urn excitedly and smashed it on the ground. White flour scattered everywhere. The others bent down to smell it and discovered it really was flour.

Lately, Chloe Dunham has been posting photos on social media of late-night meals sent by an anonymous admirer. She was the only single one in our trio of best friends, so I was always the first to like her posts. But whenever I saw the hand-drawn doodles on the meal boxes, I couldn't shake the feeling that they looked exactly like the work of my boyfriend, Jacob Aniston. Chloe once flicked me on the forehead and teased me. "You jealous little thing. Don't go making up stories. The three of us have been friends since we were kids. If Jacob and I were ever going to fall for each other, we'd have gotten together ages ago." I rubbed my forehead and laughed, then let the matter go. That was

I curled in on myself, hugging my knees to my chest, my entire body trembling violently. I needed to get out of here. I needed... With shaky hands, I fumbled for my phone. Lucas. I could barely see the screen through my blurred vision, but I managed to press his number. The call rang. And rang. The storm raged around me, and my body felt weaker. Too cold. Too tired. The last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me, "Noah?" And then. Nothing.

I'd have a migraine soon if I didn't stop beating my head against the desk. "You promised me, James." Her tears broke me. I'd been trying to get to France since I left my parents' house in August. However, the stars hadn't aligned, and I'd done everything in my power to send the moon into retrograde. We'd been bombarded with new clients. The two investors we'd hired turned into four, and somehow, we still couldn't keep up. I hadn't been to Sideways Shots since I'd gotten home because I'd worked every waking moment in order to clear a few days in my schedule. Oddly, I hadn't heard from any of the people at the bar either, but I guessed that was how the whole "casual" thing worked.

The key clicked inside the lock, struggling to fit just perfectly in the pattern. After seconds of struggling in the dark, she heard the almost inaudible click before the lock swiftly turned open. Her furniture evanescently lit up with the thundering lightening outside, Gothically underlining the petrifying aura. She tried not to be affected by the storm outside. Even when the electricity was gone like on a typical rainy night, she didn't need a ray of light to know exactly what was where in her apartment. Slinging her purse on the sofa, she walked inside her room, flinching terribly when another thunder roared just outside her window on the twelfth floor.

Instead I see something else: his hand lifts, and between his fingers he holds a piece of metal that catches the parking lot light. A scalpel handle, reusable, engraved. Mine. My throat closes. He taps it lightly against the glass. Not hard enough to crack it. Just enough to make sound. A tiny, intimate tick tick that feels like it’s happening inside my skull. Then he raises his other hand and presses his phone to the window. The screen is bright, two words typed in bold: OPEN UP. My hands tremble on the steering wheel so violently I can barely keep them in place. Carver’s voice becomes a blade. “Now. Go.”