Unscramble Rewrite Novels & Stories

"Cry out all of your pain. I will stay here with you." ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

Daisy takes out the available blankets and pillows in the boat and spreads them for Iris lying down on. Daisy also lays down, and wants to take a nap again. But before she ties a string two people’s wrists together. Avoiding bad situations. She wanted to see herself in that dream last night. Why does it repeat so many times and she can’t remember anything as soon as she wakes up. Too weird.

Finally, she found the real earrings inside the lining, gleaming back at her. "You…" She collapsed onto the couch. "When did you find out?" I folded my arms and thought for a moment. "I knew back in my last life." Mom scrambled backward in fear. "Irene, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Put the earrings on yourself. I can't take this anymore." She dropped to her knees. I was the only one who could save her now. If I put the earrings on, our lives would swap, and she would instantly recover. However, I wasn't stupid.

It was Repair, rewriting and unconditional cohesion. The world went on. And we were ready for every chapter that still comes I liked it.

"He's right, Yvette. This was all Harvey's fault, and he's apologized. How about we let it go? He can even treat you to a nice meal later to make up for it. What do you think?" I looked at the two of them—Harvey with his smug smirk, Rose trying to act sweet and reasonable—and kept my expression dead serious. "Just a meal?" I asked flatly. Harvey froze, caught off guard. "Then what do you want?" "Well, if what you said isn't true, you've spread false rumors about me. On a public platform, no less. It has already damaged my reputation." I crossed my arms and met his eyes. "I want a public apology. You'll post a statement admitting you lied on all your social media accounts. You'll also print a

"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.

Then, after a beat He answers. “Then we rewrite it.”

On the page. In my head, I scrawled the word in big, ugly handwriting, underlining it twice. UP. The ink hated that. It lurched around us, trying to swirl the other way, trying to drag us down, down, down. But the words didn’t care. They twisted. Lifted. Rearranged themselves into something new. Around me and Corvin, lines of text rose in spirals, sentences linking end to beginning, forming rungs. Paragraphs bent at right angles. Question marks hooked onto commas. Em dashes stretched, stiffening into rails.

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"