Unscramble Cruelly Novels & Stories

He hadn't come to fight; he had come to deliver a death warrant. "It’s in the air now, Architect," Aris whispered, his voice projected through the chamber's speakers. He was coughing, a wet, rattling sound that made my skin crawl. "The moment Subject Alpha breached the sea-gates, he triggered the dispersal. It’s a targeted retrovirus—the 'Icarus Strain.' It doesn't care about your firewalls. It doesn't care about your 'Will-Net.' It’s a key designed for the Lane lock."

He reached over me and unchained my wrist and ankles from the cold metal, allowing slight winces of pain to leave my lips. My ankles and wrist were both bruised and bloody causing a stinging/ burning sensation as it became exposed to the oxygen. He took my arm and helped me out of the car, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a loud screech left my mouth. A terrible amount of pain rushed through my legs as I tried to apply my weight on them. I looked up at Dylan and his expression showed no remorse or sorrow once so ever. He just yanked me back up and continued pushing me forward.

And if you have one, wear sleeves or a turtle neck to hide it. I didn’t announce my presence, I masked my scent since he was busy. Earbuds in, playing some song that I could pick up on. Hypersensitivity is one of the perks of being a medic alpha. It is also a curse if you’re untrained and have no clue on how to make it stop.

Maren threw the silk blanket aside and scrambled back against the tufted headboard, her heart hammering in her chest. She refused to cower before the silhouette standing over the wooden crib like a predator in the dark. "Are you out of your mind, standing over us like some sort of sociopath?" she demanded, her voice trembling from the lingering terror of her nightmare.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Charli. Wash that shit off your face. I'm barely holding on here." Charli? My once teased hair was now soaked and lying flat against my head. I twisted the excess water from the cloth and did as he said. The more I scrubbed, the more the white cloth filled with black and sparkles. No doubt, with the excessive eyeliner I'd used, the shower had turned me into a raccoon.

CHAPTER : FROM THE FRYING PAN TO FIRE Era had felt pain, but she had never felt something like this, so choking and nauseating she wanted to cry. She was already crying, she was tired of crying, her legs were shaking, not from an orgasm but for being in that position for so long as she was manhandled roughly. She could feel the bruises already yet he kept going, in and out of her thrusting like a monster. He was a monster in human clothing.

So she wasn't going to ruin that fit her best friend. "Franzel!” Gemma called out and Amanda walked out to meet her. "Hello, I’m Amanda, we talked on the phone,” Amanda said and Gemma looked at her angrily. "So you’re the one who's been harassing my sweet Franzel at work, huh? I’ll only tell you this once, because if I say it again next to her, she will kill me. Now you listen, and listen well. “I don't care what your position is in that pack of yours, but if you so much as treat my Franzel with cruelty, I'll be coming for you, Amanda,'' Gemma said coldly, her tone scarring Amanda who was a wolf.

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

he casually declared, as he nonchalantly took the knife and placed it against the other side of his face. The man trembled with fear for his life, and once again attempted to plead with him, uttering the words "Don, I'm sorry..." However, the sound that escaped his lips was a throat-piercing scream, as he mercilessly opened the other side of his face with the knife and cruelly grinned at him. Blood forcefully flowed from the wound in his face. "Your entire body will be subjected to my knife until you express your preferred manner of death," he said with cruelty, accompanied by a sinister chuckle.

Evelyn couldn't help but drool over him she kept staring at him when he opened his eyes and caught her drooling, smiling at her he said, "Hey stop drooling will you? Its all yours, you know. Its not running away from you anytime soon" She blushed hearing this and immediately snapped out of it and kicked him "Ouch that hurts, babe" Eric said pretending to be in pain "Stop being cheesy and get up, let's go jogging and thanks for this beautiful outfit" she said smiling