Unscramble Conduct Novels & Stories

Agreement I, Abstract Prowess Wrightwood agree that Wolframite Woorin-Aysel Amative will take care of me while I'm in progress of healing. I, Wolframite Woorin-Aysel Amative will take care of Abstract Prowess Wrightwood and won't hurt her family and friends while she's still on my care. RULES: 1. Abstract can still contract her family and friends so they won't get worried but only through calls and when Wolframite is around. 2. Wolframite won't invade Abstract's privacy (aside from using cellular phone) 3. Wolframite won't hurt anyone under Abstract's protection or else he will receive a punishment that only Abstract knew.

The tension in the room hung heavily between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they now found themselves in. "Okay," she finally said, her voice a mere whisper in the stillness. "I'm done. You should be good to go now." Her words, simple yet charged with an unspoken connection, hung in the air, inviting a response that could shift the dynamics of their encounter even further.

the VP echoed, “is one word for it. Some of us might say alarmed.” Julian said nothing. Let the silence stretch until it cracked. Finally, one of the senior partners cleared his throat. “Julian, your reputation has been spotless. Unimpeachable. You’ve weathered campaigns that would’ve destroyed lesser men. But this—” He gestured vaguely, like the words were too dirty to touch. “This is different.” “It’s inappropriate conduct,” Marlene added crisply from the corner. She’d been invited as HR’s representative, her pinched smile making Julian’s teeth ache. “It undermines our credibility as a professional organization.”

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

No ounce of distraction can make someone not feel someone crossing the border, it would've shifted the atmosphere. But nonetheless, to get his father off his back, he engaged with the search. Throughout the pack mind link, everyone was saying that they haven't spotted or smelt anything and that it was a waste of time. Obviously, Darryl had his barriers up because he remained quiet and to himself. He was so sure of himself, having carried this pack for years and having been on this said territory for the majority of his life.

He was going to need another bottle of champagne, but this time he would take it cold. "Fuck you Iris Adelana, fuck you." He soliloquized and zoomed off.

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.

I made sure to emphasized each word. I examined his face. His eyes quickly brighten up. His cheeks became bloated as he quickly covers them to suppress his laugh. He darted his face on the other guy as he can't control his laughter anymore, he burst. After a minute of him laughing, he fixed himself and partially bent his body. "Pardon us for being disrespectful. I am Ash Vogue, and we are here to tell you the weather report." He smiled widely and looked at the other guy then me.

Lyra asked, her voice steel. “The suture is here. We can… unpick it. But it will be loud. In every sense.” “The Conductor,” I said, the name itself a curse. “He’ll hear that. He’ll come running.” “Almost certainly,” Kairi agreed, his focus already turning inward, his hands beginning to move, tracing legal un-weavings in the air. “Which is why we must be swift. In and out. Before the silence he imposes can smother us inside.”

NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE. Logan’s brows furrowed and he flipped the next page. More entries and detailed experiences coated the paper and more popped up as she had flipped through the pages. Terra scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she reached the final page. Covering the next page, a pocket slid up and down the design to keep anyone from seeing it all in one glance. Terra was using this pattern to put people in a coma.