When She Unravels Novels & Stories

In a blink of an eye, he left the kitchen and I let out a sigh of relief. What outfit? I covered my mouth before letting out another scream when I noticed what I am wearing. I am wearing a short trouser which barely reached my mid-thigh. Arrgg! I grabbed the coffee mug before running towards my room. --- I heard a knock on my door when I was unwrapping the bandage from my wound. Quinn came with a concerned look on her face. "Sheila, are you okay?" She asked when noticed my stage. "I'm fine, Quinn. Just a small pain. That's it." I replied.

Judith didn’t turn. Didn’t blink. Then, slowly, she looked at herself again. She had followed a ghost into the washroom. And come face to face with her own unraveling but she wasn’t going to let this go. This is an opportunity that she won’t let go, not this way. She has to make the most of it.

"After her abortion, Valerie left the city. "She wanted me to give you this." With that, she set down her cup and handed him a divorce agreement. Nathan's eyes widened in shock as he read the words. Deep down, he had felt this coming. Just last night, he had repeatedly dialed my number. But no matter how hard he tried, the call never went through. Upon waking from his nightmare, he noticed I wasn't the one lying beside him. A gnawing unease settled over him, almost swallowing him whole.

I stayed far enough not to be seen, but close enough to memorize the way her lips parted, the way her hands trembled against the railing. The afternoon she wandered near that café, her phone forgotten at home. Vulnerable. Alone. She thought she was free, but freedom in her world was a lie. Every fight with Mark pushed her further away from home. Every silence with Nico pushed her further away from him. Every bruise Dimitri showed her pulled her deeper into confusion. She was unraveling. And I was the only one who saw it clearly. The plan wasn’t just about watching it was about waiting. Waiting for the crack in her armor.

Emily was certain that Rex’s hands had turned numb as she watched him struggle to pull the not-so-far-away box closer. She simply stood erect, giving him the space she was sure he needed before folding her hands across her body . Her lips twitched and her eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched Rex—who was supposed to be a dignified billionaire CEO—look awkward . For a few seconds, her mind and lips had some sort of deliberation on whether or not to speak. She hesitated, her eyes bouncing between Rex's frustrated face and the box, “If you let me, I could–”

The one who would either pull them all apart or put them back together. But the question gnawed at him: Why her? She was the fracture, the break in the universe’s order. She was the walking chaos, the herald of whatever was to come. And still, still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was his, in some twisted, unreachable way. Not in the way Ashar claimed her, not in the way Riven watched her, but still, there was something there. Something he couldn’t dismiss, no matter how much he wanted to.

"What could be worse than losing her?" The Witch fell silent. After a long moment, she nodded. "Very well. Follow me." In the temple's secret chamber, an ancient stone stood in the center, covered in dense, glowing runes. "This ritual is called Fate's Unraveling." The Witch's voice was grim. "This isn't resurrection. It is a violent twisting of the timeline. A single thread pulled from the tapestry of fate, sending your soul back to a single moment." "Back to the past?" My heart hammered in my chest.

Closing her eyes, she tried to rest, but sleep refused to come. Her night was restless, twisted with fragmented, bizarre dreams. Then, the relentless buzz of her phone yanked her awake. Another message. This time from a number way outside the city. [You homewrecker. You keep stealing other women's men—do you even know how to survive without one?] Aurora blinked, disoriented. Before she could react, her phone glitched, lagging under a flood of similar texts.

The Invitation Jane’s POV Fate has a peculiar way of surprising us when we least expect it. It can bring forth either joy or hardship, leaving us uncertain of its intentions. As Jane Collins, a struggling twenty-five-year-old artist, I faced my fair share of challenges in my career. However, I remained determined not to surrender to discouragement. To make ends meet, I took on a job as a waitress at a fancy restaurant. One day, during my break time at my job, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with my best friend, Sarah Anderson. Unexpectedly, she interrupted with a question.