Urgent Unscramble Novels & Stories

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Then my phone rang. The loud sound cut through the air like a blade. I closed my eyes for half a second, exhaling a curse. “Don’t move,” I muttered, turning away as I picked it up. It was Sven, my personal assistant.. the only person who’d dare to call me twice in a row.. That meant there was trouble. I swiped the screen. “Talk.. make it quick.” “Sir, we’ve got a situation at the southern site,” Sven spoke quickly, his voice tense. “The shipment arrived damaged. Three containers, more than half of the containers missing..”

“Stand back away from the door, I am going to try and kick it in.” “NO!!!!” The loud scream came from the other side of the big metal door. “What do you mean no? I am going to get you out of there. Carlos can no longer hurt you, you are free.” I said as reassuringly as I could muster. “You do not understand. This door cannot be opened. This whole cabin is rigged with explosives. If that door is tampered with at all, this whole thing could blow. Killing Amelia, myself and even you.”

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?"

Her unconscious form served as a haunting reminder of the deep scars she carried from her traumatic past. The officers, realizing the urgency of the situation, decided to release Nysaa under bail. Dr. Isabella Ruiz wasted no time and took out her phone, dialing for an ambulance. Nysaa needed immediate medical attention and stabilization. As the ambulance arrived, Nysaa was carefully placed on a stretcher, her unconscious form a stark contrast to the fiery woman who had just been causing a scene in the police station. Dr. Ruiz accompanied her, holding the files and leather-bound books close.

"Tomorrow's the big day, huh?" I hadn't made the phone call to Carp the night of my mom's funeral. I couldn't bring myself to dial because I couldn't bear for him to ask how things had gone. "Yeah, I leave in less than eight hours. I've got to be at JFK at oh-dark-thirty." "I should let you go so you can get some sleep." "I can talk for a bit. I doubt I'll sleep anyhow." I went through the checklist of things he needed to remember…like I was his mother instead of some strange cell phone pen pal he'd picked up at his father's birthday party. "The ring. If you don't remember anything other than the ring and your passport, you'll be fine."

excitedly shouted by Louise, the foreigner who was really admired to Loki. “ Tsk.. We are just started to play. Don’t be felt relieved there" I murmured. Hiro Kun! GO! GO! GO! Hiro Kun !!! “ Bunch of fan girls cheered on Hiro and he only could gave his brightest smiled to his fans .He returned himself into an intense look at their game. He served the ball into a stronger smashed, as he held tightly his racquet.

I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t particularly capable. [After arriving here, the system told me that if I helped Miley take her company public, I would be allowed to go home. [I could have left much earlier, but I couldn't bear to leave you. [You were the only thing in this world I couldn't let go of. [The USB drive contains all the evidence needed to bring down Sean and Everdusk Group. [But now isn’t the time. [Dad asked Uncle Dylan to calculate everything. The best time to use it is when you’re twenty-five.

Don't overthink too much. Suddenly my phone tinged on the side table. I reached it and received a It was a text message from an unregistered number. : Can you open your facebook account? Eventhough confused, I opened my account. Mynphone vibrated because of the unexpected messages. It was 23 unread message from him and I read every single one of them. James Waltridge : Can you accept my friend request now? : Are you busy? That's some of his messages. I visited his account first and accept his friend request. I go back to the my Messenger app to reply his messages.

Brian said in irritation. “What son?” Brian’s abductor asked. “That… that son term… you can’t use that… I am not your son” Brian complained like a child. “Oh dear… you never change. I am glad you never change” Brian’s abductor chuckled in satisfaction. Brian’s abductor took Brian inside and untied his hands. “Why did you untie me?” Brian asked rubbing his sore hands. “Because I know you are going nowhere. You are hungry? I can make some sandwiches” Brian’s abductor was looking for something in the mess he calls kitchen.