Unscramble C R I S P Y Novels & Stories

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Philip closed the curtains of his room and sat down on the bed with his laptop. He had to find out who was responsible for the unjustified accusations against the CRUZ company. The company had suffered a further decrease in profit by seventy percent over the last few weeks. He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company.

" I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? " " Hmmn. " " So tell me about this guy. " " Who? " I asked Feigning ignorance. " The one you are Crushing on. " She replied. " Oh! How sure are you that it's a guy that I am crushing on and not a girl, uh? " " Really? Are you trying to play hide and Seek with me, Riana? " " Why would, I? " I asked innocently. " Okay, Since you are not willing to talk then I think I'll have to leave now, bye. " She replied in a serious tone.

They waited for a few minutes then they heard the door opening. Oscar’s jaw fell on the floor when he saw who came out of the restaurant. “Babe, I want you to meet Oscar Sands. He’s my personal assistant and head of 5Cattleya’s HR” Daniel wanted to burst out laughing seeing Oscar’s red face. He didn’t know if it was due to anger or embarrassment. “Pleased to meet you Mr. Sands. My name’s Celine Yates-Grant and I’m married to your boss” she was not able to contain her laughter anymore.

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

Cris stood up so fast from the sofa. "Mr Crane," Spooky said as he shifted his position on the sofa. His eyes found mine, "Elona," he gave me a small smile before looking towards Tristan again. "What is going on here?" Tristan asked. Cris was fidgeting with her hands as if she was guilty of hiding something. That was always her giveaway. "Nothing," she smiled. I furrowed my brows as I looked between her and Spooky, who was now sitting with his elbows on his knees. His hands clasped as he looked to the floor.

’ I put my nose back into place, and accepted the blanket, turning purple, as my body temperature was giving up, and Sister Ophelia walked me back to my room. I feel no pain. Not on the outside, at least. They call it CIP, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. I can break as many bones as I want, cut myself a thousand times, as deep as I want, but physical pain would never reach me. It was both a gift and a curse. If I got hurt badly, I wouldn’t feel it, and it could kill me. Clarissa hasn’t managed to do that yet, unfortunately.

I yell, but only those broken primal tips and whines escape. "Seraphine. Seraphine!" He yells. I can't see him though, because whatever I am contorts itself and scuttles through the vent of to get caught by my sizable bottom and hips. I cringe inwardly as it pops my hips out and they fall slack, body moving like a serpent and guided by my upper body as I dislocate and twist to only God knows where. STOP!! I cry harder. I energe from the vent and I stalk the ceing above a woman in the kitchen? Is this a kitchen? She was preparing food and nipped her fingers. Blood oozes from the sides of the bandage she's trying to replace. Blood. No. No! I finally rip my hands free of the ceiling, but I can'

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.