Unravel 2 Novels & Stories

And It steps through. The Unraveler. Changed. Worse. It wears a… crown. Not metal. Not stone. A jagged, shifting circlet of absences. Places where reality simply… isn’t. Devoured galaxies, consumed dimensions, the screams of unmade time – all compressed into a halo of pure, terminal negation. Its gaze, cold and infinite, sweeps the bridge. Lands on me. Finds the steady thump-thump of the First Heart buried within my fragile, drained body.

Miles's expression remained calm, betraying nothing. Only the arm around my waist tightened involuntarily. I stared at the twisted scars on Scott's arm, then suddenly let out a quiet laugh. "Scott, do you think a few self-inflicted cuts can make up for your betrayal all those years ago?" I rolled up my sleeve, revealing a dark scar across the back of my hand.

Marcus glanced up from his computer. "Ooh, whose the admirer?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up," I laughed, but my cheeks flushed with pleasure. I carefully untied the simple white ribbon, my fingers fumbling with anticipation. I lifted the lid. And my smile died. Nestled inside against a bed of stark white tissue paper weren't roses or tulips. They were flowers I'd never seen before. A deep, bruised purple, almost black. The petals were waxy and sharp, the stems twisted and thick with thorns. They looked... violent.

"After her abortion, Valerie left the city. "She wanted me to give you this." With that, she set down her cup and handed him a divorce agreement. Nathan's eyes widened in shock as he read the words. Deep down, he had felt this coming. Just last night, he had repeatedly dialed my number. But no matter how hard he tried, the call never went through. Upon waking from his nightmare, he noticed I wasn't the one lying beside him. A gnawing unease settled over him, almost swallowing him whole.

It was a bank alert. His account had been unfrozen. Lucas straightened slightly in his seat, staring at the screen like he wasn’t sure he had read it right. For two months plus, everything had been locked, cut off, controlled. Then suddenly, “It’s back,” he muttered. Alex glanced at him. “What is back?” “My account,” Lucas said, still confused. “It’s been unfrozen.” Alex’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. That was fast and unexpected. Before either of them could process it, Lucas’s phone buzzed again with another call. Lucas frowned at the screen and muttered, “Emily.”

I need to be strong, and do whatever it takes to get out of here, even if it meant helping him, or him helping me. I unbuttoned his shirt, my jaw tight with agitation, "This is so uncomfortable," I mumbled under my breath, "Believe me, I know," He mumbled lowly, his jaw tight and his eyes looking away, at anything but me as I wrapped one hand over the collar of his shirt, the other on the side and I ripped part of it away, a portion enough for me to cover the glass.

Tristan pulled out of her and squirted his cum onto her lower back. Callie felt so exposed as she remained in her position. She didn’t know what to do, didn’t really have any strength to do much at all. He wiped her clean and the minute he moved away she stood up and wrapped her arms around her breasts to cover up her nudity… Tristan took his shirt off and tossed it to her… Not thinking she quickly put it to shield her body. He rubbed a hand over his mouth before he looked her up and down. His pants were unbuttoned but he had packed his cock away. She felt so stupid… So pathetic. Tristan just looked agitated as hell. He looked irritated.

I unlocked the live camera feed. Luna filled the screen. Wrists tied behind her back. Ankles bound. Blindfold secured. Cloth stuffed into her mouth. She twisted violently against the ropes, trying to scream through the gag. I held the phone in front of Remi's face. "No..." His voice broke. His entire body jerked toward the screen. "No... don't..." Tears gathered in his eyes. "Please... don't tie her like that." Interesting. "She'll panic." He wasn't looking at me anymore.

When the meeting ended I got up and dashed away to my car and drove to Hazel’s apartment. As I got to the apartment, I unlocked the door with a spare key she had given me. She had forgotten to take it back after Mabel moved in. I sat in the living room quietly, using my phone, waiting for one of them to come out. ****** (Mabel's pov) As I woke up, the soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, my head throbbed with a dull migraine. I stretched, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and yawned, feeling the stiffness in my neck and shoulders.

She thought she could hide behind firewalls and fake names, that she could take the money and give nothing else away. She didn’t realize how quickly lines blurred when someone really looked. And I’d been looking for a while. Her setup was smart—I'll give her that. VPN chains, encrypted traffic, scrubbed metadata. She was more careful than most. But care has limits. She used the same payment email for an SEO course two years ago. She logged into her cam dashboard at a café I already owned the network to. She recycled an old alias—Aria—on a Twitch account that still had a half-blurry profile pic of her laughing in a tank top.