Tempest Unscramble Novels & Stories

Chris answered, I turned to look at them and they're all awake. I just remained silent for the rest of the ride towards the beach resort, but upon arrival, I pulled Sky towards a far corner where nobody could eavesdrop. “What game are you playing with me, Sky?” I asked him, I crossed my arms and waited for his response. His brows furrowed and he then let out a sarcastic laugh. “I'm not playing any games with you Genesis, as much as I'm like you who's scared of commitment, I couldn't help but to just take the risk and ask you if I can be your boyfriend.” he said, my lips parted.

The scene that greeted her was one of gruff elegance—her uncle, immersed in his paperwork, his face etched with a stern expression. Mace looked up from his desk, his stormy gray eyes meeting Seraphina's fiery green ones. His brows furrowed in annoyance as he demanded, "What is the meaning of this intrusion, Seraphina?" Seraphina, undaunted by her uncle's stern demeanor, crossed her arms and gave him a defiant glare. "I needed to see you, Uncle Mace. You've been avoiding me, and I won't stand for it!"

“This isn’t about unity anymore, it’s about survival!”A wave of anger surged through me as I stepped forward. “You’re tearing us apart! This isn’t how we solve our problems!”“We solve them by taking control!” he countered fiercely. “You’ve lost touch with reality!”Before I could respond, Sarah chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. “You’re just as delusional as she is! You think love will save us? You’re both fools!”The room erupted into chaos once more—shouting, accusations flying like arrows in a battle. In that moment, I felt a sense of despair wash over me; we were losing ourselves to hatred and resentment.As weeks passed in this tumultuous atmosphere, alliances shifted like sand b

' Tempest’s growl was faint, more confused than threatening, and that unsettled Nuri more than anything. Nuri glanced around the room again. It looked the same—quiet, cozy, harmless. But now her eyes lingered on things a little longer. The bookshelf. The television. The empty corners. There was nothing out of place. "You’re probably just tired," Nuri whispered, her voice more hopeful than confident. "Take a nap, Temp. I’ll make a document with the important stuff. You can catch up when you wake up." Tempest hesitated, her silence stretching long enough to make Nuri wonder if she’d already fallen asleep. Then: ‘Okay, but only for a little while. Wake me if anything even feels weird.’

“Miss Scott! It’s a pleasure to hear from you. Please, give me a moment to check.” They waited in silence. Adam’s heart was pounding again, every second stretching longer than it should. Finally, the man returned. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the manager said. “I just checked our system. There’s no record of anyone by that name, Celine Wright in any of our bookings, recent or past.” Barbra’s face changed. She looked at Adam quickly, her brows knitting together in shock. “You’re sure?” she asked the manager again. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied firmly. “No such name appears in our database.”

It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see. But in the stillness of the dark is where we are created. Guardians, Werewolves, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Wizards, Alchemists, and Chambers. These are what the Tempest is comprised of. The whole continent of Tempest was divided into seven regions, each kind has their own territories. Guardians and Chambers - Region of Order, Center of Tempest Shapeshifters - Morph Region of the North Fairies - Wings Region of the South Vampires - Gore Region of the West

We put all of the cut-out pieces together, and Tempest studied them for a while, like she was making sure to memorise every detail. Her new appearance was just as beautiful, but she was more...Normal? She'd pass as a friend of mine, I mean. Slender, athletic build, 5'7 in height. Her long hair was cropped just under her chin and curled in small ringlets of inky black that framed her face magnificently. Her irises and sclera remained completely black, like how her facial shape had remained, as did her pale skin that seemed to resemble rays of moonlight.

His gut clenched, spilling heat through his body. He cursed himself, banking the image. Keeping his hands off Mattie required every last scrap of control as it was. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep himself from reaching for her, he rested his shoulder against the arched threshold of the dining room. “I didn’t think you’d still be here,” he admitted. Fumbling for something more to say, he pointed to the fabric on her lap. “Is that a quilt?” She looked up. “Yes. It’s called a crazy quilt. I can’t force myself to make any of this thunder patterns. All those squares and triangles make me cross eyed.”

Tina pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, crossing her arms over her chest as she paused in the opening to Skylar's cubicle and watched as Skylar sat down and wiggled the mouse to wake her computer screen. Skylar ignored Tina's pout and opened the available placements memo from that morning. Mostly more accounting firms, law offices, and a couple big companies looking for mailroom temps. Skylar stopped scrolling and clicked on one of the placements. She knew it must be the one Tina was talking about because she heard an excited squeak behind her. Banscroft Empires. Looking for a temp placement for CEO James Banscroft's personal secretary. Skylar quickly clicked apply and said a quick prayer