All My Knotted Up Life Novels & Stories

Gambino joined in, clinking glasses with his son. "To your future success." I lifted my own glass, meeting Tony's gaze. "To your peace and happiness," I said. "May everything in your life go your way." Tony smiled, touched his glass to mine, and drank it all in one go. "Thank you, Scarlett. I hope you keep walking your own path. Even when everything fades and falls apart, may you always shine." As I watched the family laughing together around the table, the last of my old obsession finally released its hold on me. The world was wide open now, and I was ready to meet it—free and unafraid.

A knot in my chest unfurls, and a dam bursts open. I promised myself no more tears, but god, I’m exhausted. I’m really, really, exhausted.

She looked at the face that was almost identical to Caspian's, her heart splintering once more. A faint, mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips. "I thought you'd already seen all of it." Forrest froze for a moment, then smoothly changed the subject. "Why are your eyes so swollen? Are you still upset about the videos? I don't know who leaked them, but don't worry. I've already sent wolves to deal with it. It'll be taken care of soon. "As for not being able to become Luna, you don't need to dwell on that. Even if you can't be Luna, being a mistress works just fine. What matters most is that we're together, right?"

I feel so disappointed and so dammed angry at myself. I could have fought more, put my feet down and refused. Maybe run away. Not like anyone has ever left the family successfully in all of our history. But I don’t know, something! ...I inhale a shaky breath and exhaled through my mouth. Alright Lola, what's done is done. Yes, my life is ruined. Yes, I've lost any ounce of freedom I ever had. But I can still make something of my life. Pick up knitting if I have to. You know what they say. A busy hand is a sane mind. And that's the goal right… Not losing my mind.

I sang out my favorite parts done by Kurt loudly causing Nakoa to shake his head inside our mind. “oooh then I suddenly see you…ooh did I tell you I need you…every single day of my life…Got to get you into my life…I was alone…I took a ride I didn’t know what I would find there….and suddenly I see you…ooh..I got to get you into my life…”

"Just like life, Ro. None of it stays straight, life is meant to intertwine and weave. Our lives are one braid in a head of hair that makes up our whole story. Each of us is one strand, who do you want to be grouped with? It doesn't mean you're expected to spend your whole life being known as that curl too stubborn to straighten. It just means sometimes it takes a little prodding and that spray shit you girls like to use on your hair." I shake my head. "Your analogy is insane, but believe it or not, I get what you're saying." I've tried to make my life as separate from everything else as possible. No weaving, no getting so close to someone it would hurt when they left. When I lost my daughte

Today is my birthday. And instead of feeling fulfilled, celebrated, or at peace, the first thing I notice when I wake up is that tight knot in my throat, like someone is tugging on an invisible thread tangled inside me. It’s happened my whole life. No matter how much I try to make the day feel special, to make it look different, there’s always a corner of me that feels alone.

Charlie can't stop himself from asking, "So? What does it say?" Vera kept frowning. "It's strange, because it shows both outcomes at the same time: a life knot and a death knot. As you're searching for a person, each represents a different outcome: the life knot means you'd find the missus easily, while the death knot means you'd be searching for a needle in a haystack." "Oh…" Charlie murmured in bemusement. "How did it come to this? Aren't both outcomes contradictory?"

They are my return to the control I prize, the control I pretend to prize above all else, above all else, above all else. I tighten the knot at my waist, the thread of my life pulling together, the seams of my life binding as I put on the mask that is both my prison and my protection, my prison and my protection, my prison and my protection. I draw the loose ends in, not too tight, not too loose, a perfect knot, a perfect life. But it gets harder to tie, harder to hold, harder to keep. I put on the mask and pretend I am still the woman who wears it.

It's the only way to do this. How KY's life turned out this messed up like this, KY has no clue. KY shuts KY's eyes tight, KY's fist tighter. The tears burn KY's eyes. KY's life is a disaster, and KY should have known it was only a matter of time before everything around KY would crash and burn. ISAAC