Unscramble Rescuer Novels & Stories

The rescuer replied. "Are you talking over me? Do you even know who I am?" Axel's voice caused a sudden throbbing in my head. The elevator shook violently, swaying side to side. "Axel, I'm scared." Charlotte cried. "What are you waiting for?" The rescuers had no choice; they took her anyway. Axel stepped toward the harness they lowered. His foot shoving my fingers. I whimpered. He didn't look down. "Hurry up!" He climbed onto the harness. "She needs medical attention."

Xander pressed. The scout shook his head. “There was a photo—blurry. The snow ruined the writing. You can barely see anything.” “The photo. Let me see it.” Just as Xander reached for it, Holly timidly raised a hand, pointing toward a narrow crevice in the distance. “Sister’s in there…” When they started the rescue, the team moved with the utmost caution. The ice, polished smooth by relentless winds, offered no grip even for claws sharp as blades.

“One of them came at me with a broken bottle— stabbed me right here. And my driver? The coward hid like a damn rat.” A deep scowl was etched on his face as he said, “Weird thing is, they didn’t even rob me, just fought and scurried away soon after.” I stared at him, trying to piece everything together. It was all too weirdly coincidental, the timing, type of injury, it seemed all too similar to mine. My chest tightened as my stomach swirled with dread. And then it hit me.

They swarmed the accident site, clearing debris and calling for emergency ambulances. "I am fine! Get this steel plate off him!" Clarissa ordered, her tone sharp with rare hysteria. Four burly guards worked together to lift the thick slab of metal pinning the mysterious rescuer. The man groaned in agony as the weight was raised, collapsing limply onto the concrete. His tattered cap slipped off and rolled away. The dock floodlights fell fully upon his face. Clarissa’s blood seemed to run cold. Her breath caught in her throat. The rough laborer who had just risked his life to save her from the deadly container was no stranger. The firm jawline now marked with bruises, eyes squeezed shut agains

I thought, plopping on the couch in peace. I did my night routine and finally jumped into my bed. As I was about to close my eyes, suddenly I received a text. It was from Lance. My Rescuer: Are you sure you want what you said earlier? I stared at my ceiling and tried recalling what I said that I wanted earlier. Me: About my family? I replied with a smile on my face. My Rescuer: Yeah My smile became even more prominent when I read his response. I was so happy that I had someone I could rely on.

Cullen was trying to stand up but he could not stop due to his leg injury. “Hey, I can’t stand up. Is my leg broken now?” Cullen Lee asked. The rescuer stood up and shook his head, smiling at Cullen. “No, Mr. CEO, as long as they will bring you to the hospital, they will be able to help you heal quickly. You will be able to walk again fast.” The rescuer assured Cullen Lee. Cullen sighed then he looked at the bomb. His eyes widened. “Two minutes left, let’s go!” Cullen shouted. The rescuer was already removing the harness from his body. He put it quickly around Cullen’s body and then turned on the radio kit in his pocket.