Entangle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He whispered. I pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, emotional as I was, and leaned up for a kiss. When our lips met, time stood still. His lips were soft and tasted just the way I remembered, and I didn't want us to stop. I wanted this. I wanted to grasp him tight and never let go. I realized that I was not thinking straight when I thought that I would be able to make him think that I was into Dax so that he'd leave me alone.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

Theodore said. Colton didn't say anything. He stared at his almost empty glass of whiskey. After a while, he spoke, looking at Theo. "All I know is that Mia and I have this burning fire between us. It's sort of like, we can't get enough of each other. I don't know if it's love, obsession, or lust. All I know is that I want her by my side and together, we shall figure out why we can't get enough of each other. In the end, what will be will be."

she added. “The deal is off, Kendra. We did not get the partnership with Mr. Enzo Guzman,” she informed her. There’s no way she would tell her secretary about what actually happened on the meeting. It is embarrassing on her side to admit that she lost a deal because of her unclear feelings with Howard. It’s despicable.

I felt so hot and like I was being suffocated in here. "We have to go..." "Amora..." "I will see them on Saturday at the wedding.." "Amora..." I took my bag. Eye contact is how souls catch on fire... Do you believe that? Coz I do..I've experienced it with Tawny so many times that it's not even new anymore yet I still have no idea how we manage to tear the stare apart. Out of nowhere it really hit me, it felt like her eyes held mine captive, as if she was staring straight through me right into my soul and I couldn’t even do anything to avoid it.

"Shut up!" Before they started walking her phone buzzed and her captor froze looking around for a minute, another quick meaningless glance, the guy was like a rabbit having sex. Elsie was still feeling empty and scared, Tom had not showed up, what if he was the man's partner? She put her trust in the wrong guy. "Will you let me pick it?" "Show me"

Jacquard assured, the looked at him deeply and found it so difficult to place her eyes on him. They’re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they were sure that there’d been nothing between them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times? I want to ask them if they don’t remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd? a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver?—

Ancient, powerful, deliberately decoherent but still leaving traces. Selene. "Come back," River's voice, distant and sharp. "Kael, focus on my voice. Come back to your body. Don't follow the quantum threads." But Kael couldn't stop. The awareness kept expanding, showing her patterns layered through time, consciousness traces spanning centuries, quantum entanglement connecting living coordinators with echoes of the dead. She saw how it all fit together. Saw the network that had nearly formed during the Beijing Cascade living and dead coordinators entangled into collective consciousness. Saw how close they'd come to dissolving ind

Around me, students shift uncomfortably. "Well," Professor Williams adjusts his glasses, "that would be to break the entanglement so that the particles would become separate entities again, with no connection." "And the incompatible particle?" Timothy presses, still not looking my direction. "What happens to it?" "It returns to its original state," the professor replies. "Alone." The word hits me like a punch. Alone. That's what Timothy is telling me without saying it directly that whatever impossible connection I imagined between us is exactly that. Imaginary.

Her pupils were pinpoints from extreme focus, fixed on the ever-evolving, writhing torrent of data. "Countdown: 9 minutes 58 seconds!" Her voice trembled with tears, the breakdown of a genius facing the incomprehensible. "No! Jack! I can't penetrate it! This 'Lullaby' network… it's not an electronic signal! It has no routers, no nodes, it's like… it's like a web woven from bioelectric waves!" She jerked her head up, her eyes bloodshot, a fear from the depths of her soul: "It's encrypting with the principles of quantum entanglement! I touch it, it changes! I can't even touch its edge!"