Totally Unscramble Novels & Stories

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

A card? It's a plain card. I turn the white plain card and there are two words written on it. 'Miss me?' " What the hell is this?" I stare at the weird message and look through the envelope. There's nothing but this weird card that just says 'miss me?' Who sent this? Thinking nothing of it rather than a prank from teenagers, I put the card back inside the envelope and walked to my kitchen. I throw it inside the little waste basket and walk to my room, grabbing my handbag as I do so.

Her eyelids shut tightly, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to see that she hadn't fallen off. She was suspending upside down, with Matthew's strong arms holding her waist tightly, preventing her from plummeting to the earth. Looking up, she was appalled to see her nightgown had bunched up around her hips, exposing everything underneath to his eyes.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, and with a sudden jolt, she realized she had to get to the bathroom, and fast. Frantically, she staggered to her feet and rushed towards the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, and the room seemed to spin around her. It was a race against time as she barely reached the toilet before her stomach rebelled. She retched, heaving out the remnants of last night's poor decisions, each gag echoing in the small bathroom.

I spat angrily then walked to my vanity mirror to check myself. "Well, I just heard from auntie that uncle cut your cards yesterday. I just think you'll need it," she stated that made my jaw dropped. "What ?!" I hysterically and sat on my bed. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. Auntie just called me this morning to say don't lend you a money. So? Will you do me a favor?" she asked as if what happened is not a big deal for me. I slapped my forehead and exhaled.

Argued Elsie, "what kind of exchange is this? What if the secret won't do more harm than you think” "You're too confident" "Well, I'm the one who will decide whether the secret is worth two hundred thousand dollars, let's also not forget that I might pay you and then you set me up anyways so..." "Then let's build trust" "How? I don't think I'll trust you" "Let's meet for a cup of coffee, today in the evening after work. I'll send you the address. Come alone" "Deal" "Good day!" "Gotcha!" Lizzie said happily when he hung up. Very motivating.

My smiles never held this kind of happiness, My eyes never showed emotions, I have never been nervous, I've never felt this special, I never knew how love felt like, I've never wanted to be better for someone, I've never craved for someone, Until you..! Until you♥️

And with her family. I walked into the kitchen and started cracking eggs into a bowl. The house was quiet except for the sound of the whisk and the soft hum of the refrigerator. I made scrambled eggs the way she liked them, soft and creamy. I toasted bread and sliced fruit onto a plate. When I was done, I arranged everything neatly near the microwave and scribbled a note on a small piece of paper. “There is food in the microwave. Warm it up when you wake up. I will be back soon. Rest.

Then at the cupboard. Then back at the packet. Luna voluntarily ate this. Not once. Not twice. She had an entire fucking shelf dedicated to it. I opened the cupboard. Ramen. Ramen. More ramen. Different flavours. Chicken. Beef. Spicy chicken. Extra spicy chicken. Something called nuclear fire chicken. I picked that one up. Nuclear. Fire. Chicken. Who the fuck approved that name? I turned the packet around. The instructions had a warning symbol. I stared at it.