Unravel Character Novels & Stories

My mind was consumed by the problems I might face one day, when suddenly I met someone on the road. A girl in yellow pajamas, I think spongebob is the cartoon character printed on it. I had no plans to greet her or anything, but then she just spoke while looking straight at me.

She seemed sad, a broken sort of emotion overcoming her features. I felt a trickle of shame run down my neck, as I stared at the dejection in her eyes. She pulled her hair up, thread tangled between her fingers, which she quickly twisted off, carefully tucking them away into a patchwork bag, with other scraps of fabric. “Heron. I can’t just go to anyone. I need it to be believable for my father. All of the women I know would take the opportunity and run with it, but they could never convince my father. They’re not-“

*** Marco dreamed. Fragments of the past flickered by—moments he'd buried, moments he never truly saw. Aurora, winning a scholarship but spending it on a designer tie for him instead of herself. Aurora, standing in a dim chapel, hands clasped, praying—not for herself, but for his health. Aurora, dragging his drunk ass home, staying up all night to make sure he didn't wake up in pain. He reached for her, desperate to hold on. But the second his fingers grazed hers, she vanished—dissolving like mist.

She left her room and tiptoed to the kitchen where she made herself coffee before sitting in the dark living room to drink it. "Hmm tastes good" She said reminiscing on today's scenario. "Raphael" She chuckled on saying that name. She had been the architect to the disappearance of their vamps but the blame could be on the memebers of the alliance. She's exactly the badass in the game and by now someone should have known what she was but what exactly? Raven or Raven's cohort? She turned on her laptop and surfed through the Internet for a while before writing an article against Carly. "I wonder if I am doing this for myself alone or for Luca as well. Pttff! I won't believe Luca is exactly diff

Uriel stays hidden for a long time, waiting for that woman to leave so he can find a way inside and check if Lilith is here. He hasn’t seen her, nor can he sense her presence, but something in his heart tells him she’s here, and he refuses to leave until he’s certain. Luckily for him, there are no guards—none at all—which makes things much easier. At dawn, Carla finally walks away from the cabin, and he manages to break the weak spell on the door to get inside. He never thought that, after so many years of being inactive, he’d have to use his gifts for something like this.

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

*Declan* She was going to be the death of me, I swear. Leah Garcia was like a roller-coaster ride, always taking me on an unpredictable journey. That's what this whole relationship with her was, a very unpredictable journey. She had a way of making me feel alive, yet at the same time, on the verge of insanity. I found myself constantly drawn to her, despite the chaos she brought into my life. As my feelings for her intensified, I found myself doing things I never thought I would. She had me acting out of character, canceling appointments, going away for the weekend on a whim. Her pull towards me was magnetic, and I just couldn't resist.

Over the course of ten years, the company had steadily declined under his leadership. Raymond dismantled it with frightening ease. Before long, my uncle was arrested on charges of tax evasion, bribery, and several other financial crimes. The day he was taken away, Lilian appeared at our villa. One hand rested protectively over her stomach as she begged for Raymond's help. She looked pitiful and fragile. The kind of woman who could make anyone feel sorry for her. Standing by the window upstairs, I watched as she dropped to her knees at Raymond's feet. She still had no idea that Raymond already knew the truth about her fake pregnancy and she was still trying to save herself with the same lie.

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. That photo? It showed the mole under her left breast. One image. One string of numbers. One too-human mistake. That’s all it took. And then Luna wasn’t Luna anymore. She was mine. I hadn’t meant to send her the message. Not yet. Not like that. But something about last night unspooled me. The way her voice broke when I told her to stop. The way she waited. Not for tips. Not for praise. For me. She was exposed. Honest. Not Luna, not even Aria—but something rawer, purer. She doesn’t know it yet, but I saw the part of her she keeps locked behind exhaustion and self-preservat

“Huh. Ridiculous. You have been dating this idiot son of mine for months. And What? You didn’t know?” 'Son? No wonder she was infuriated'. Cassandra thought to herself. “I just met him last night and I didn't even know him before.” I am not lying, Cassandra eyes stare back at the disgusted glare towards her. Rowena Anderson reached out her hand and a woman appeared from behind giving her an envelope. She flipped it upside down, and plenty of pictures were cluttered on the floor. Cassandra reaches one to look, that's not her. She thought. “It’s Rachel but she looked like me.”