Struck Unscramble Novels & Stories

Fine, I can feel his hard, long, and big thing hitting my back … "Damn it, Primo! Get dressed, your manhood is already touching behind my back! I can't concentrate on my morning sickness! " I scolded him and turned to him, and I didn't estimate our distance so I hit him unintentionally which resulted in him being out of balance, so he lay down a bit on the bathroom floor, with me.

FRIGHTEN. To make someone afraid or anxious; to cause fear in a profound or sudden way. Following Liam’s confession, Dylan was engulfed by an intense, destructive BPD episode. The betrayal triggered a full 'split,' turning his world instantly from black-and-white to a terrifying monochrome of hatred and self-loathing. Anna was forced to confront the violent reality of his illness, stepping fully into the role of psychiatrist to de-escalate a situation that was genuinely frightening, all while wrestling with the overwhelming knowledge of his pain.

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

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.

“Rot under varnish.” They teased it up, and it came away in one satisfying unmasking—false strength yielded to true weakness that could actually be mended. That piece took their power cleanly, gratefully, like a hinge drinking oil. The rent drew itself together another inch. Then the third crossing arrived—the one the visions had not dared to name.

“Dammit!” Laura said as she spilled her coffee on her light floral blouse. She hadn’t seen the crack in the sidewalk as she was juggling her bag and coffee cup, trying to keep up with the foot traffic. “Just great. I hate Mondays,” she mumbled to herself as people hurried past her on their way to work on this bright, sunny day. She silently scolded herself for trying to cram a last-minute errand in before work. She carried on as she reached into her bag to pull out a napkin. She tried to wipe the coffee off, but only succeeded in rubbing it in further. Not looking up from tending to the stain, she bumped into a man, hard.

We struck— And the world went white.

Waiting. for the right moment to strike.