Entangled Book Novels & Stories

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!"

Ember's Pov The slip of paper trembled in my hand like a thing with a pulse. I should have left it where it lay, let someone else’s secrets stay theirs. But curiosity and a tiny, stubborn part of me that had learned to survive by knowing the smallest details of other people wouldn’t let me.

The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

What could possibly go wrong? "I'm going to enjoy working with you Lacey, in a professional capacity of course." His eyes scan my face and hair, and then it lingers just a little longer on my décolletage and his jaw clenches tightly. "Even if it's going to be the death of me." He's looking at me, the same way he did that day. Right before he kissed me. END OF BOOK TWO

I hesitate for a moment, my mind awash with memories of Author Agness and whatever kind of witchcraft she’s done to me. With trembling fingers, I gather my courage and tap on the app, my heart starts to race once again as the familiar interface loads before me. I quickly type in ‘Author Agness’ on the search bar. Afterwards, her author profile appears. And there it is, in all its glory— her masterpiece, Bonded, the very book that has thrust me into this surreal nightmare.

I mumbled when I saw a girl at my bedside. Is she an angel? She was sleeping peacefully. Her blonde hair fitted her facial features perfectly she looked like a fairytale main lead. I stopped studying her face when I noticed the book beside her. Βιβλίο θεραπείας Vivlío therapeías (BOOK OF HEALING) As a medical student my inner thoughts won so I grabbed the book and browsed what was inside. "Bingo!" I mumbled to myself when I saw the contents because I saw the spell connected with the 'Flower of Iris'.

He retorted unfazed. His chest tightened afterwards and his jaw was clenched. A part of him knew that he had trespassed for sure, so he felt contritely at the moment. My eyes were fixated on his packs since he was just in shorts and I almost stuttered. I waggled closer to him fortuitously. "Is this the impact of the bond under moonlight?!" I pondered to myself in a perturbed manner. I knew that I had always resisted the urge to have a mate and bond with him under moonlight but not this time! Not when I was drunk and heartbroken!

Hard. Before I would change my mind, I gave into my desires…stepping forwards and planting my lips on hers. Her taste burst all over my mouth like the seeetest flavor, filling my senses. I wanted more. I inclined my head to the side, gripping her now naked shoulders firmly, as I pulled her even closer to me. Elena whimpered, lifting her hands and grabbing into the lapels of my robe. Fuck. She was so intoxicating, like a drug that I wanted to be addicted to forever.

Edward Sterling was seated by himself in his study, his hands remained still on the armrests while his gaze remained focused on the gentle illumination of the fireplace. There was a period when he gained solace from that fire,when everything seemed assured. But now? Now, the man who had built his life on control and certainty was unraveling, thread by thread. He didn’t hear the footsteps, only the soft knock. His assistant stepped in, tentative, holding a manila envelope marked with a red “URGENT” stamp.

Don’t make me wait. She stared at the screen. “What the hell do you want now, Jasper?” she muttered. The cab driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Everything alright, miss?” “Just drive,” she snapped. “I’ll send you the address.” ** Twenty minutes later, she stepped out in front of a closed-down bookstore. The address Jasper had sent was strange. Abandoned. Quiet. Hidden from eyes that might be watching. She found him leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He looked tired, more so than she remembered. But his eyes—those still burned.