Unscramble Steeled Novels & Stories

The sharp click of empty magazines hit the floor upstairs, followed right away by the sound of new clips snapping in. ​Kaelen didn't wait for them to finish. He drove his boots into the floor and shoved the heavy table forward with everything he had. The thick wood slammed into the base of the grand staircase with a loud crash, throwing the two lead shooters off balance right as they tried to come down the steps. ​Before they could set their feet, Kaelen vaulted straight over the table.

“Doesn’t look calm.” Bruce cut in. “Move.” Aib didn’t even look at him. His eyes stayed on Cole. “You running things now?” Aib asked. Cole looked at him fully. “No. I keep things steady.” Abel smirked. “Same thing. Just softer words.” Bruce’s voice sharpened. “I said move.” Aib tilted his head. “Or what?” That was enough. Bruce moved first. Aib stepped in. Abel followed. The yard tightened instantly.

Someone was out here. Then she saw the leather patches glinting in the beams. Her stomach dropped. A steel snake coiled around a crimson heart. Steel Vipers. She had heard the stories… ruthless, organized, dangerous men who ruled the roads on their own terms, and no one got in their way. Before she could react further, lights flashed ahead. A white van fishtailed across the road, tires squealing. Doors burst open. Two masked men jumped out, dragging a third biker onto the asphalt. Shouts cut the desert silence.

🌠 Unfolding Part 47—the chapter where letters once tucked away begin to connect strangers like threads across different hearts. The studio is no longer just a haven. It’s becoming a collective voice—full of whispers that want to become conversations, and truths that have waited their turn to be received.

“Dante Virelli. Heir to the Virelli syndicate. Dangerous. Uncivilized. Stay away.” Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. “Sounds familiar.” A few days later, Gabrielle wandered into the stables behind the townhouse. She needed air. She needed horses. She needed something real. She found a stable boy—barely fifteen—being shoved by two men in tailored coats. They accused him of theft, their voices low and cruel. Gabrielle stepped forward. “Leave him alone.” One of the men turned. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It does now.”

"Steele Industries’ Power Couple Stands Unshaken." "Leila Steele Proves She’s More Than Just a Name—She’s a Force." "Alexander and Leila: The Unstoppable Duo Reshaping the Industry." The world finally saw what we had always known. We weren’t just leaders. We were unbreakable.

That was right. I bought Steele at a steal of a deal, 40% off. I dragged Steele into the room. He looked timid and did not dare to look at Raven. "Is this... the other one?" "Who are you calling the other one?" Raven exploded in fury. "I could roast you right now, believe it or not!" Steele hid behind me. "Master, he's so scary. It doesn't matter if he's mean to me, but he's not usually like this to you, right?"

Bell started but Mystique immediately stepped forward, smacking Bell at the back of her head being the subject of discussion. "A friend...?" Her uncle raised a questioningly, his left eyebrow raised higher than normal. Mystique chuckled nervously, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Don't mind her uncle, I borrowed it from someone. Am planning on paying it back as soon as you get better" she told her uncle in a smooth line. It wasn't completely a lie, she was indeed planning on paying it back as soon as her uncle got better and she had found himself a new job.

STEELE no longer flashing, but the echo of it still lingers in her mind… and in his. At least there's some good news.

It’s part of my mutation, a little price to pay for possessing the indestructible features of steel. I feel sickened with myself for not looking away, I just can’t tear off my eyes from her. She is the thinnest woman I have ever seen. Shit! I can even count her ribs. Bruises at different stages of healing, tell her story, which I know very well. “Maybe I can lick them to heal fast,” Titan links with me. Now the bastard he wants to talk. “Shut the fuck up.” I link back and focus on the fragile woman in my arms.