Unravel Me Series Novels & Stories

I was ready to face the challenge ahead, to forge a connection with Chloe that would withstand the storms of her grief. Returning to my room, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of suspense hanging in the air. I knew something was amiss with Chloe, and the thought nagged at me relentlessly. As I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I resolved to confront her again, to unravel the mystery behind her pain.

Because, they are destined to be my partner to reach my dreams. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Earl running towards my direction and he gives me a huge and tight hug. Also, Kyle, Brian, Timothy, Cody and Nathan, hug me too. I am proud to say this... I am bound to this. Metamorphosis is my family and Star 7 is my home.

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I curled up on the couch, phone clenched in my hand, willing my pulse to slow down. Then it buzzed. Unknown Number. > Don’t be afraid. I only want to see the real you. I dropped the phone like it was a live wire. How did he get my number? I hadn’t listed it anywhere. Not in my profile, not in any chats. My cam identity was walled off from everything else in my life. It was supposed to be untouchable. Untraceable. And yet… Here he was. Inside my phone. Inside me. I picked it back up slowly, as if the message might disappear if I blinked.

"Who are you?" "I am the one who has been waiting. The one who has been watching. The one who has been patient. I am the Unraveler. And I am here to destroy everything you have built." The vision dissolved. I stood in the Weaving Ground, my heart pounding, my mind racing. Maris was the Unraveler's pawn. The Chamber of Voices had been infiltrated. The stories I had helped heal were being corrupted. I ran to the Archive. The scrolls were fading, their words dissolving into nothing. The stories of the wolves who had shared their grief were unraveling, their existence eroding.

It made me want things I wasn’t sure I could keep. I couldn’t get too attached. Not yet. Not when I didn’t even know who I truly was without my past. Without answers. I had to find that relic. So I started searching. I pulled open every drawer. Checked under the desk. Opened the cabinets in the wall. Nothing. I moved the bookshelf aside: still nothing. I dropped to my knees, checking beneath the rug. Still nothing. I stood again, breathing heavier now, my shirt sticking slightly to my back from stress. I searched behind every painting, under the couch, inside the old filing cabinets tucked away in the corner.

Unknown: I hate you. I smile. Me: See you tomorrow night, piccola. Wear something easy to take off. Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Unknown: Go to hell. Me: Already there. You’re just joining me. I down my whiskey. Phase one complete, now the real fun begins.

********* Emma's Pov I opened my eyes slowly to a bad throbbing headache, stinging pains from my hands and shoulder area. I tried to move and realized I was tied to the chair I was sitted on. "Zach" I called as soon I remembered what happened before I drifted to sleep, he couldn't have kidnapped me, did he? I questioned within me, Jack might be anything but not a psycho. Or maybe I was wrong about him. A huge figure strode in and due to my headache and blurring vision it took me time to finally realize it was Zach "finally Princess, you're awake" with the way his voice sounded I could tell he was smiling.

His frustration was palpable. I nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, Ryan, we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll need to access your account information and investigate. Can you share your account details and any relevant transaction records with me?" My eyes locked onto his, and I could sense his trust in me growing. Ryan nodded and dug into his bag, producing a stack of papers that he handed over to me. "I've been holding onto these statements and transaction records, trying to make sense of it all, but I just can't crack the code."

She laid there, shivering, the outside world drowned out by her heartbeat, and she closed her eyes to darkness. “What happened?” Olivia questioned the Healer. Silas looked as if the effect of the unbound spell had shell-shocked him. He leaned against a small shelf of books, his hand massaging his eyes. “Are you going to tell me or just stand there, draped like a thespian?” The woman spat this venomously. She was not the most tactful when it came to words, but Silas just chalked it up to her being used to having to be strong as the Lead Mage. “I couldn’t finish binding the spell to the elixir...” He said a little breathlessly.