Tremble Unscramble Novels & Stories

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.

Prisca retorted. Clem pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Prisca, enraged by her words. Prisca suddenly lost her words and she fell back to the wall and shook with fear. "All I wanted was a peaceful chat, but No! You want it the hard way. Now here is the hard way." With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers, revealing his rock-hard dick. "W-Wh-What are y-you doing Clem?" Prisca stammered.

A thread of fate stretching between them taut, trembling. Unseen. Unspoken. Unstoppable.

"The tremor indicates a probability-adjacent presence that has since moved away, and such presences leave a residual signature in sufficiently sensitive instruments." "The compass detected something last night," he said. "A tremor, which in this context means a probability-adjacent presence, that has since moved away. I cannot tell how far or in which direction, not with any precision. What I can tell is that it was here, it was close, and it left something behind. A residual signature, and it is something that happens when a presence of that type passes near a sufficiently sensitive instrument." "What kind of presence?" Kael asked.

I'm about to unlock my house when an unknown number rings me. "Hello?" "Hey... I... I... Need your help." The voice trembles. I freeze to the ground. ^^^^

Trembling, possessed, broken. His. ---

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.

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.