A Tattered Web Novels & Stories

A URL that came to me with the ease of muscle memory. The screen changed. The dark web opened. My reflection stared back faintly from the glass, eyes steady. “What kind of woman was Alessandra Vanderbilt?” The question passed through my mind without emotion. I did not frame it as grief or anger or curiosity. It was simply a fact I wanted clarified. I typed my request. “Make an existence disappear from the internet.” I added nothing else, then I waited. The response appeared almost instantly. Prodigy: “I can do it. $300.”

"Seems I have to keep him close like a pet, if we should be ongoing." Paul nodded. Now his mood softened. Threesomes, at most, so I could continue piping my beta, Paul. A message notification bell rang on Paul's phone. He slid off to pick it up and broke into a smile. "Guess the Moon Goddess is out for you." "What happened?" I asked. "The biker jacket finally got auctioned online." "Hmm… he's broke, so he auctioned it. Didn't just sell it off?" "What if he wants your attention? Or someone sent him?"

The tablet slipped from Victor’s hand, clattering loudly onto the floor, the screen cracking into a web of lines. The room seemed to lose all its oxygen. Victor stood completely frozen, his arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. The foreign, terrifyingly beautiful feelings of vulnerability, tenderness, and love he had allowed himself to experience over the last few days didn't just fade; they violently combusted. They morphed instantly, violently, into a blinding, feral rage.

The girl who loves wearing her hair down while she drinks mimosas, because throwing her head back and rocking her shoulders is a feeling of bliss. How much heat can a flower take before it withers and dries up? How much more can I take before I decide whether I’m going to die or thrive? I can’t leave like a child being sent to boarding school. I can’t keep whining and begging to be seen, to be loved. I won’t just go away to make it easier for him. His knocks thunder against the door, causing the frame to quake. “Serena, open the door!” I stand, sliding into my robe. My fingers tremble as I tie a knot around my waist, as if it’s capable of holding me together when everything else starts break

“But I didn’t choose to start over.” He nodded slowly, his gaze softening. “Maybe. But maybe God gave you another chance.” She didn’t answer. The thought of God giving second chances felt too poetic, too generous for the kind of emptiness that woke her up screaming at night. But she was seeing it for herself . Later That Day The market was lively with music and trading. Drums echoed from a distant courtyard, and colorful wrappers danced like fire as women twirled them in rhythm. Sandra walked through the stalls with a woven basket on her hip, picking up yams and smoked fish for Arden.

Then the cracks raced at breakneck speed towards the bedroom door as the intricate golden web grew weaker and started to fade. The door burst flames and disintegrated the last of the golden web into ashes. Tom ran towards it and instinctively extinguished the flames with the fire extinguisher, but as the dry powder started to settle onto the ground, the black mist charged in. It grazed Tom’s arm as it pushed its way in scorching Tom’s arm and drawing a fraction of his life force in the process. Tom dropped the fire extinguisher and crumpled onto the ground. "Tom!"

I hissed “Well, I suppose it’s not the end of the world. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” He said Like seriously? This dude is arrogant, and he was getting on my nerves. “By the way, what kind of silly wallpaper do you have on your phone, girl? You have some really weird pictures on it,” he said I cringed. It’s a picture of a fluffy cat wearing a top hat and monocle, with the words “Hang in there” written in bold letters underneath.

I touched it to the web. Now, trees tend to be made of wood, which is flammable. Setting fire to the web risked setting the whole forest alight. I understood this was a bad thing, but on the other hand, somewhere in that forest was a giant fucking spider. Not giant like bigger than my hand, I mean giant like one of those SUVs mums pick up their kids in and fill up three parking spaces because no one showed them how to parallel park a tank. The flame ran up the single thread I had lit, like it was running along a fuse to detonate a bomb, and then petered out somewhere above me. The web seemed undamaged, although the stone that had been stuck to it fell down.

she suggested with a shrug which I thought was a good idea. I pushed the door with full force, and looked in before we went inside. "There is nobody inside this place, and why the hell is their house scattered this way?" "I think something is really wrong here. Let's go in," Kim whispered, and we both stepped in. My heart began to beat fast when I saw a torn shirt on the kitchen counter. Kim clutched on my arm tightly as we walked further. "My goodness!" Kim yelled loudly when we saw a woman and a teenager on the floor, laying lifeless inside cold blood. What the fuck happened to do them?

I wanted to pour out my troubles on him and his only job was to listen and let me wallow in my sorrows. However a tiny voice reminded me that Hunter was probably not the best person to be with if I wanted to feel sorry for myself, he always had the right thing to say or do to make any situation better, but maybe that's what I needed right now, someone that could make sense out of this terrible situation that I was in. When he finally opened the door I pushed past him into the luxurious apartment that he had, perks of being from a wealthy home. There were books scattered everywhere, all on ancient history. I knew he had a special interest in finding out accurate information about the past, bu