Tempest Unscramble Novels & Stories

Vespera reached for the little collar which had the effect of smearing the wet makeup further and catching Lynn's hair with the edge of her hand, pulling a section loose from its arrangement. "Let go of me!" Lynn pulled back sharply, breaking free with enough force that she had to catch herself against the counter. She looked at Vespera with irritation and anger. Lynn's gown was dark with water across the entire front. Her makeup had migrated, foundation streaked and the whole architecture of her face undone. She turned out to look so rough and uncoordinated. Vespera stepped back and looked at Lynn with an expression of genuine, concerned innocence. She appeared mildly confused, portraying a

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

I answer as I turn back around looking into the mirror as she walks up behind me, she runs her fingers through my hair separating my natural wavy hair pattern and brushing through my hair. An hour later I was ready with my hair and make up as well as slipped into my dress, my hair was in a half up and down look and braided, my sterling silver cubic zirconia tennis bracelet, freshwater pearl drop earrings and lastly my five pear cz silver necklet. Walking downstairs seeing Lewis at the door talking to the show fur dressed in his usual classic suit, “Madam” the show fur greeted and Lewis looked over at me. No compliments, no gaze he just left out the door expecting me to follow him to the car.

Serving him his glass, I looked over at him. He had shining deep blackish eyes that spoke depth and darkness lik an ocean at night. His beautifully scary eyes caught me off guard. He was wearing a white shirt with his first few buttons undone, it was almost see-through as I could clearly see his entire hard-muscled body tattooed. All inked up till his neck. He had well-set raven black hair with each and every strand positioned backward, leaving a couple of them on his temple. Hot. He sat there as if he owned everything. With that aura of his screaming ‘fricking danger’, it was crystal clear he wasn’t one of these lusty old heads. Despite that, he was attractively handsome and seducingly hott

Elena’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, staring at the half-finished email to her biggest remaining client…., the fashion startup founder who’d been teetering on the edge of pulling out even before the Vanguard deal. The subject line read “Re: Horizon Campaign Update & Reassurance.” She deleted it. Started over. The rumors were already everywhere.

In this case it did but yet again how can he believe in a fairy- tale? Flipping inside he saw amazing sketches, mind blowing pieces that made him question his interest. Why does she have many sketches of the two moons? There are different pieces, the general mate bond, the circle which is extremely rare but what caused his curiosity was the one his never seen before... A triangle? Maybe he did read up on it some time the meaning now means nothing but surly it does because there is only one red moon. There are different versions, styles and colors but the moon was always constant. The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange.

I let the silence stretch, allowing tension to fill the chamber. “My decree stands,” I said, voice calm yet final. “The Annual Crescent Festival will coincide with the Luna coronation. Unity in celebration. A single, resounding statement of our pack’s strength and devotion to each other—and to her.” I let the weight of those words settle, watching their reactions in the firelight’s glow.

How am I supposed to break through to someone who won’t even acknowledge me? I shake off my tumultuous thoughts as I begin to fly over Nepal, the wind in my feathers and the sun beating down as I soar through the clouds. Suddenly, I feel that unmistakable surge of frigid, cold vacantness that sends a shiver down to the tips of my tail feathers. I feel the static electricity that lingers in every calamus on my body, begin to flare, ready to ignite my wings into an electric powder keg. I home in on the location of the surge and dive in its direction. As I allow gravity to propel me closer to the ground, unease engulfs me when I realise a surge of this magnitude is highly irregular. The last ti

In their opinion, Tempest was a man of noble character. Tempest had sacrificed his life to save Jay and spent a long period of time lying in the hospital after that. Even when his entire body was covered in injuries, he never uttered a word of complaint. When his injuries healed, Tempest did not claim the credit either. He was always the indifferent one, as unworldly as wild stock and floating clouds—seeking neither fame, fortune, nor material desires. Tempest could make anyone feel safe.

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