Novel & Cerita Ending Of Tangled

The familiar feeling of the jinx I had experienced with Troy was starting to creep in, regardless of how badly I tried to resist it. Dylan sighed over the phone, and that had even more suspense building up within my heart as I was trying my best not to let out a loud shout as it was all beginning to get too unbearable for me. “You know you're making me uncomfortable with this suspense, right?” My tone had gone from being loud and confident to quiet and almost inaudible as I didn't want Jasmine and her friends to know that there had been something wrong with the both of us.

Trying every possible best to escape, but every plan of mine had been abortive. Alex had me wrapped around his fingers and under his mercy. I removed his hand from my waist and tiptoed to the bathroom. Splashing water on my face and staring at my reflection in the mirror, tears stung my eyes. My body was filled with red marks from Alex's constant biting during sex. I felt dirty and used. I needed to do something to leave. I couldn't take it anymore. My mind filled with thoughts of how i was going to escape even though it seemed almost impossible.

ARTEMIS POV I banged the door shut behind me, my chest rising and falling as I rested against the door. The picture of Aiden and that woman tangled together in the guest room was burned into my mind, an unending cycle that wouldn’t stop. “Wow,” I murmured, my tone trembling and bitter. “Just… wow.” I walked around the room, my hands shaking as rage and sorrow battled for control. A part of me felt like shouting until my throat was sore, to storm around the house and demand explanations. Yet another part of me—the part that still mattered—was too shattered to act.

It was tightening. On both sides. And somewhere between hunter and captors — Between calculation and endurance — The second night began to close in. Slow. Deliberate. Unfinished.

Ohas thrashed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan held on. Tighter. Tighter. His jaw locked. With a vicious, monstrous twist, Ishaan ripped. Flesh tore. Ohas’ head didn’t fully detach—but it hung, twisted, half-severed, his body convulsing, the light in his yellow eyes fading. His body twitched. Then fell limp. Silence. Blood dripped from Ishaan’s fangs, his massive body trembling with fury. His breath came in ragged, seething hisses as he finally—finally—released Ohas' broken body.

His fingers tighten around my neck, cutting off the air flow and my screams. " You thought you could leave me locked behind bars and move on, continue fucking other guys behind my back? That's not how things go, Kara. You are mine, whether alive or dead." Valentine growls,his grip on my neck tightening. I try to scream but my vocal cords are restricted. I try to claw his hands off my neck but he is too strong and I am weakening with each passing moment. The bag in my hand slips and falls, spilling the groceries onto the sidewalk. My legs lose their strength and I start losing consciousness. The last thing I remember is the feeling of someone pulling Valentine away from me.

“The choice is not ours anymore. It’s yours. Finish the name... or finish the knot.” The child approached from the other side, steps light but unyielding. “You can’t belong to both,” he said. “If you choose them, I unravel. If you choose me, the Spiral fractures forever.” He looked up at her, and for the first time, there was fear in his eyes. “But if you stay unfinished… we all fade.”

Fierce. And finally— Ours. THE END

all over again. The End.