Unscramble Effort Novels & Stories

(Book 0.5 of Her Wolves series) (Lore) (Can read as stand-alone) (Steamy) Once upon a time, long ago, my family and I fell through a hole in the ground. It had happened during a war I could no longer recall. Trapped us in this new place that none of us wanted to be. Separated us from the people we used to love. This world was different. Divided. The inhabitants were primitive. Their designs all but useless. Thus we took it upon ourselves to help them. To guide them into a better age. I had lost track of how long I have been here. But my heart still yearned for home. No matter our effort, this place would never be it for me. Could never compare to the love I had for Gerovit. My husband. The man I needed above all else. Gone for eternity. Until I stumbled upon a humble man from humble origins. He reminded me of the wolves I loved so much. Reminded me that I needed a pack to survive. Sparked something in my chest I had long since thought dead. Axlan. A bull-headed beast that fought me at every turn. Until he was no longer a beast… But the first werewolf on earth. I am Marzanna. The goddess of spring. The creator of life. But you'll better understand me when I say this. I am the goddess all wolves worship and this is how my people came to be.

Carol: Life was never a bed of roses. At least for me. Abandoned at birth by both parents, and made to go through too many foster homes, I had to put in twice the amount of effort of my peers. Both in education, and in my career. I love children, and I've aspired to land a very good job as a social worker who cares for kids for as long as I can remember. When New York's most eligible bachelor and billionaire Evans Armstrong propositions me to become a nanny for his nephew, I'm speechless. Out of every options he had available, he choose me. And his nephew is the sweetest boy I've ever encountered. Maybe, just maybe I can achieve my dreams after all. Evans: Life was never the same ever since my sister Serena died, leaving me with her son Brandon. Each day that passes, I strive to be a better man, and provide for Brandon everything he needs. He's a smart kid, and he deserves the best. Which is why I go out of my way in searching for a suitable nanny to tend to him, since my efforts can only go so far. When I see Carolina for the first time, she's striking. And her polite demeanor has a ripple effect on young Brandon. I know immediately that she's the right one for him. She would make a wonderful nanny. And perhaps, a wonderful wife.

Caspian. Seeing the state of his wife. He grabbed her in his arms, pulled her to him, and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on the forehead and said, looking into her eyes. —Sara, believe me, when I tell you that you are enough for me. with you I can be myself, I have nothing to hide. It's true that I didn't tell you about my tastes. Besides, I was only participating in this game for the morbid pleasure. It was quite satisfying, to a certain extent. I would never force you to participate in one of those games. You are too important to me, I wouldn't want you to get hurt, besides, those sexual games are too extreme. And you're not used to it. —But you like it so much that you used to do it every day, or am I wrong? —I won't deny that I used to do it very often, but after meeting you, I don't like to tease you anymore. He said that while he was biting her neck. Sara was still upset. But she could see the effort Caspian was making to please her. —No more secrets. She spoke. As she pulled away from the man and looked him in the eyes. She added. —If you want, me to forgive you, you are going to tell me everything about you, Including your past relationships. I will also tell you everything about me. Caspian, without thinking, replied.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

Fiona Callaghan is just a maid at the Kavanagh household. She thinks her future is set in stone, but things take a turn when she is pawned off to the mafia king of London in place of her boss’s daughter. She has to pretend to be someone she’s not to save her mother from a fate worse than death. Cillian Harrington is the feared king of London. He marries Fiona, thinking she’s someone she’s not, in an effort to get revenge for something that happened to his family. He plans to make her life a living hell. Feelings blossom when these two meet, and they have to fight the magnetic pull that constantly brings them together. Something so wrong suddenly feels so right. *** “I own you now. I will make sure you regret being born into the Kavanagh household. Your life as a coddled Irish mafia princess is gone. You’re my slave now. You will do as I say or I will make you wish you were dead.” I whimpered, wishing I were back in the Kavanagh household. Surely, it had to be better than being tied to a freaking monster. Either way, I must have lost my mind because the closer Cillian got to me, the more my whole body was set aflame. I must have been crazy to want a man who vowed to make my life miserable.

He kissed my cheek and then pulled away from me, taking my legs, and spreading them wider, seating himself between them. The tip of his member teased my entrance before slowly, he pressed into me. The first thrust caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and exhaled sharply as the pain spread over my entire body. When I opened my eyes again, I could see that Arnold had a worried expression on his face. But then he continued, aiming another thrust. As he stared at me with concern, I saw in those cobalt blue orbs how he loved me… my sister actually. As I observed him exerting control over himself in an effort to prevent him from pushing all the way inside of me or ramming into me, sweat began to trickle down his forehead. It appeared to me that he was having just as difficult as I was, and seeing that gave me some solace. Because of the agony and the pitying feelings I had for myself, a tear trickled down from the corner of my eye. I ought to have lost my virginity to the man I love… to the man who will vow to marry me… and not to the man who already belongs to my sister. After he managed to compose himself, he rolled onto my side and buried his face into my neck while I remained unmoved, staring at the ceiling. What have I done? I gave my virginity to my sister's boyfriend for the sake of money.

"Callum, why don't you spend more time with me?" As Callum Kilbourne's Beta, Lena Morrison keeps using sending documents to him as an excuse to badger him. Her voice is sickly sweet to the point I feel like puking. Thanks to my sharp sixth sense as a werewolf, I know immediately that Lena has feelings for Callum the first time she follows him into this house. At first, I thought even if this mate bond started from a mistake, at least my daughter, Mia Kilbourne's presence would serve as an anchor for both Callum and me. We'd at least make an effort to keep things peaceful on the surface. But when my five-year-old goes missing, I spend the whole night calling Callum on the phone. All I can hear is a cold, repetitive dial tone in return. The next day, Callum finally comes home, reeking of alcohol and carrying the faintest trace of an unfamiliar perfume. Suddenly, I feel exhausted. I don't even have the energy to fight with Callum anymore. A moment of silence later, I look up at him. "Let's break the bond, Callum." The Alpha, who's used to keeping everything under control at all times, suddenly glares at me with bloodshot eyes. He grabs me by the neck and pins me on the wall immediately, his claws soon tightening around my neck. "Break the bond, you say? What right do you even have to bring that up, Ayla Townsend?"

In the world of werewolves, Artemis Eretria Aravis is a woman who possesses an average amount if power. She is the daughter of Hugo Aravis, the powerful Alpha of the Moon Crescent Pack. She is not at all like her twin sister Hermione Aravis, who is significantly more powerful and possesses a great deal of potential to advance into a leadership role. Everyone is cruel to her. She has no friends. Everyone in their pack detested her. Until the day that her father made the decision to arrange for her to become the mate of Blake Gaius Dutch, the youngest powerful warrior and son of Blood Pearl Pack's most powerful Alpha, Romano Dutch. This will allow her power to increase as it should. She was taken aback, but at the same time, she had been pining for him for quite some time because his stunning good looks had captivated her. However, what the others did not realize was that Hermione had been in love with him for a very long time. Blake Gaius Dutch was opposed to that fact, but that matter had already been resolved by their family. Hermione is the object of his affection, and the two of them are head over heels for one another. During the time that Artemis loved him so deeply, he chose to have a romantic relationship with Hermione despite the fact that he disrespected and was rude to Artemis. But eventually, the day arrived when Kade Zeph Ford, who would one day become the Alpha of The Fearless Walkers, entered Artemis's life. He did this in an effort to save her, as he is aware that her life is comparable to living in hell. However, Blake does not want any other men besides him to have physical contact with her. . .

Liliana Amerlys Santos has spent three years loving Ethan, only to find herself trapped in a relationship filled with neglect, coldness, and constant criticism. Every effort she makes to keep their bond strong is met with indifference, leaving her feeling unappreciated and invisible. But everything changes one stormy night when Ethan stays away, and his older brother, Prince Lucifer, arrives to check on her. Mistaking him for Ethan in the dim light, Liliana allows his touch and kiss—only to realize too late who it really is. Far from being an accident, Lucifer reveals he has secretly admired her for years. He sees her worth, something Ethan has long failed to notice, and begins to step into her life with kindness, attention, and a quiet intensity that is both thrilling and forbidden. As Ethan grows more distant, suspicious, and controlling, Lucifer becomes the only one who truly listens to her, making her question everything she once believed about love and loyalty. What starts as a case of mistaken identity quickly turns into a dangerous, passionate secret. Caught between obligation to the man she promised herself to and the overwhelming pull of the brother who sees her value, Liliana finds herself torn. As Lucifer’s obsession deepens and Ethan’s jealousy rises, their hidden connection teeters on the edge of exposure—forcing Liliana to face a difficult truth: sometimes, the love you need has been right beside you all along, just waiting for you to open your eyes.