Unscramble Softly Novels & Stories

“Wouldn’t keep her at my restaurant any longer after her little fiasco.” At this point, I’m able to draw inference and understand what she’s saying. Understand the bigger picture which I’d been unaware of. “Eunice isn’t working with you anymore?” Prisca snorts. “Not after she had that concussion.”

"You're a coward! A piece of complete garbage! "Also, Andrew, we're not the same. The person I like isn't Ms. Johnson or whatever surname she may have. The person I like is Kaylee. Just Kaylee. If her name is Kaylee Johnson, then I like Kaylee Johnson. If her name is Kaylee Summerville, then I like Kaylee Summerville. It's that simple." "But Kaylee is not a virgi—" Spencer did not let him finish his sentence. Instead, he threw another hard punch right into his face.

she said softly, her voice carrying the sincerity of her emotions. It wasn’t just a comforting line; it was her truth. With Vincent, she felt an unshakable sense of protection, a kind of unwavering support that allowed her to face anything, even Tanya’s hostility. Her words seemed to have an immediate effect, as she noticed the tension in his features melt away, replaced by a gentle smile.

He was softening her. Breaking her down.

she said softly. "Who are you?."

I added softly. "Do you still love her?"

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

] He told me softly. "A-Alright,"

Softly. Like it was waking up. Just like the truth that would someday come to light.

“Soft. Chubby.” I blinked, stunned.