Unaware Unscramble Novels & Stories

Maybe tomorrow night I would dance when I wasn’t going back home. Jerica and I talked about how our last summer before life kicks our ass was already slipping away. I agreed wishing that we had more adventure before welcoming all the responsibilities of adulthood cornering in on us. I thought about all their plans. Abby had gotten a basketball scholarship dangling in front of her for the state university. Janet already had early acceptance into an Art school out in LA. Jerica never really said what her plans where after high school, but I guess I never asked. Not knowing myself I didn’t want to pressure her anymore than I wanted anyone to pressure me. I liked to do so many things and did wel

Priyamvada just dismissed the servant and call someone. "Hello, did you send the next clip to him. He should only see what i want him to see.yes send that fractional clip which you made from the original one. Yes you'll get your money soon yes." She cut the call and look at nandini with evil smirk. Nandini was just laying unconscious.

"She submitted them at six-forty-three a.m." He looked at the tablet for another moment. Six-forty-three. He had been awake at six-forty-three, in the hotel gym, running at a pace that was less about fitness and more about the specific utility of physical effort as a substitute for thinking about things he had decided not to think about. "Flag it for Pearce," he said. "Have him loop in the Meridian team directly." "I've already drafted the communication." She retrieved the tablet. "Do you want to review it before it goes?"

Warren I fucked up. Well and truly. And I didn’t know how to fix it, which wasn’t like me, I knew how to fix issues, it was a simple call, pull of strings, words whispered to the right people and everything I needed to be done would be. But with Heron, there were no strings to pull, the irony of her being a seamstress was not lost on me. I stood a moment, the cold night air mocking me as I gripped tightly on the drink between my fingers. The smooth crystal glass, warping my features as I stared down at it. Not able to stomach the liquid for the first time.

He struggled to get up but Sham kicked his hand, distabilising his balance. "ARE YOU DEAF?" Sham barked! "Or has the secret poison affected your ears too?" H mocked. Gwa was stunned on how Sham knew he had been poisoned because he told the physicians to keep it a secret from his people. "Shame! O great Gwa" Sham said now bending down. "Show your strength now and save your people" He mocked again. "Why are you doing this? I trusted you and so did the people" Gwa said weakly but anger blazed through his eyes.

It had been a smile of acknowledgment, a silent communication that spoke of trust and gratitude. A particular memory surfaces, one that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. It was the day he woke up at my house, his eyes clouded with confusion and uncertainty. He had lost his memories, and his gaze had held a mixture of fear and vulnerability. I remember asking him his name, and the hesitant way he had replied, as if the act of vocalizing it was a challenge in itself.

Jesse exhaled. “That’s a big ask.”Everlyn looked at him.“I know.”Because asking people to think before reacting especially now was the hardest thing possible.But it might also be the only thing that worked.She stepped toward the table again.Toward the same paper where everything had started.She added a fourth word.Awareness.Jesse looked at it.“Visibility. Accountability. Participation… and now Awareness.”Liora nodded slowly.“That changes everything.”Marcus added quietly,“Or nothing.”

strained to get my eyes open because of the Ray of sunlight peeping through the blinds. Holy shit! I cursed and flicked my eyes open looking all over the unfamiliar room I am in. I tried to get up but a strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and we were completely naked. What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed?