Update Unscramble Novels & Stories

"We are officially striking his name from the record," I told the bathroom mirror on Sunday afternoon, aggressively blending my under-eye concealer with a damp pink sponge. "He is no longer Malik Thompson. He is simply The Variable. And we do not adjust our equation for an unpredictable variable." ​I leaned in closer to the glass, examining my face. My curls were impeccably defined today, cascading over a cream-colored, cropped cable-knit sweater that perfectly complemented my high-waisted, pleated houndstooth mini skirt. I looked like an Ivy League editorial—polished, intellectual, and completely unbothered by the digital negligence of a sophomore athlete.

I spat angrily then walked to my vanity mirror to check myself. "Well, I just heard from auntie that uncle cut your cards yesterday. I just think you'll need it," she stated that made my jaw dropped. "What ?!" I hysterically and sat on my bed. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. Auntie just called me this morning to say don't lend you a money. So? Will you do me a favor?" she asked as if what happened is not a big deal for me. I slapped my forehead and exhaled.

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

Or so she thought. “Apologies, mother. I just wanted to help you out” she said fighting the tears from falling. “If you want to help out, ask your husband to allot a specific berth for Uncle Clint” “Uncle Clint has secured a deal overseas. It’s an import/export business and it cannot be delayed” Minerva has composed herself again. “Don’t worry about the marina, Celine. Uncle Clint has a lot of dealings from overseas” “This Maverick deal is just spare change to us” she said arrogantly.

➳ Over the next week, Matthew had been very busy with the merging of the two Packs. At first, the majority of the other Pack was against this, but they slowly realized this new integration would mean more strength and better protection. They all began warming up to their new Alpha... especially the females.

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

Adrian picked a silver gem and crushed it into powder with his fist. "I'm sure you know what to do with this" He said pouring the substance in Sham's stretched out palm. "Of course" he responded. "I will send you word once the job is done" he said, turning to leave. He stepped out and came to the corridor with the paintings. Sham poured the substance into a pouch and hid it in his cloak.

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

Yuck! "Taxi!!" I called out

Despite the disapproving glares she received from those around her, Nysaa remained committed to her mission of exposing the absurdity of Mace Sinclair's self-importance. As Mace's speech approached its conclusion, Nysaa decided it was the perfect time to make her exit. She had stirred enough trouble inside the convention center, and now it was time to take her act outdoors. She knew exactly how to create chaos when she wanted to, and she relished the opportunity. Outside the convention center, Nysaa scanned the area, her eyes searching for a suitable rod. It didn't take long for her to find one leaning against a nearby wall. She approached it with a sense of determination, knowing that this