Unscramble Tragic Novels & Stories

Her breaths were slow and controlled, but I could see the conflict raging beneath the surface—see how her fingers twitched and her jaw flexed like she was trying to bite back the storm of emotions inside her. She was unraveling, and I didn’t blame her. I had spent years untangling myself from the damage Stacey had done, from the betrayal of realizing my sister had erased me, erased our father, and rewritten our entire existence to suit the perfect, untouchable image she wanted to project. Makayla was just now discovering that the woman she had once trusted, maybe even loved, had been playing God with her own history. She let out a sharp, bitter breath, shaking her head. “This…” she exhaled,

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

Possibly, but I didn't care anymore. I wiped my tears and started walking towards my car. I didn't notice a truck stop beside me. Before I could realize what happened, I was roughly grabbed by burly hands. I tried to scream and struggle against those hands. But a cloth covered my mouth and nose. The putrid scent of something assailed my nostrils, and I lost consciousness.

The person who betrayed her. Chinyere wanted so much to blame her misfortune on Tobi but she knew it wasn't his fault. It was hers. It was her fault for trusting someone whom she'd never met before. It was number one on her list of 'What Not To Do', a list she'd created in her head as she faked being asleep. What Not To Do 1. DO NOT trust strangers. "Don't worry," the man announced to the hostages and stepped away from Chinyere, "we'll be there soon. I received a text and the customers are excited to meet you."

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

he shifts in the bed, the towel falling down around his hips. "Then make me forget about all of this. Make me forget, Trick, please."

Viv keeps on greeting everyone with a smile as people stare at me weirdly. "Morning everyone," she says. People gathered in no time. "As you all know Christmas hasn't been celebrated since the tragic incident that took place but this year is going to be different because we are celebrating Christmas!!" She says. Everybody claps and chats happily. "I'll like us all to get to work and get the decorations ready," she says. Everybody leaves. "That was easy," I say smiling. "The perks of been beta female," she says with a smile. "You said something about a tragic incident. What's that?" I questioned her. She takes a deep breath.

Finnick remembered the helpless, crying girl and a low, rumble of a chuckle escaped his chest. “Perhaps she’s simply hit rock bottom,” Finnick murmured, his eyes fixed on her radiant, unhinged figure. “And now she’s bouncing back. When a person is pushed into an overwhelmingly unjust corner, if they don’t rise up and tear everything down... all that’s left for them is destruction.”

they slowly regained that familiar sharpness I knew so well. And in that moment, I realized... He could destroy me if he wished to. He simply hadn't. A sigh slipped out before I gave up struggling. "How did you know I got away?" He glanced at the phone beside him and smiled faintly. "There was a tracker inside." Rage surged through me, and I lifted the phone, ready to smash it. But he just watched me quietly. After a long moment, he spoke in a low, almost remorseful voice. "It wasn't until just now that I truly understood how wrong I was. I've been loving you in my own way, without ever stopping to think about what you actually want. I'm sorry, Claire."

She decided to go through the other window and take a shortcut to town, a forested path led to the main road. It turned out to be a bad idea. The trail was tough and slippery. Twigs and stones encumbered most of the way, and in a few minutes she had gotten scratches over her face and hands. Near the river she tripped over a fallen trunk, her reticule slipped away from her grasp and all its content cascaded over the ground. The coins scattered around the slippery surface, rolling away to various directions. "No!"