Unscramble Spread Novels & Stories

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

It was coming from all three directions at once. And then, in perfect unison, all three of them spoke the same single word. "Mate!"

That afternoon, sunlight streamed through the window into the ward, but it couldn’t dispel the gloom in Mike’s heart. He paced back and forth in the room, anxiety overwhelming him like a tide. Finally, it seemed as if he had made up his mind. He stopped walking and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to go back and check on Shannon and Melanie. If Melanie really had an emergency, she must be terrified alone..."

Your new friend Matthew Jennie is very confused, don't know from what point and since then everything has been complicated like this. is it meant that she had to write a reply for the certainty of their meeting's answer. Writing a reply to Matthew, This time Jennie could not ask anyone for help, for advice or opinion. This time the contents of the letter were too personal and she couldn't show it to anyone else. What should to do? She must immediately find a way out. ***

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."