Entangled Life Book Novels & Stories

The map of Isla Menor was on the coffee table. The cartography book was beside it, open to the page about blank spaces. There were no dragons. There had never been dragons. There was just this — the ordinary remarkable thing of a life that had broken open and grown back truer than it was before. The market, the bookstore, and the barrel that functioned as a table. The plant has seven leaves. The man who drew maps. The woman who finished her sentence. The things worth keeping, kept. She had walked out of one life with her hands completely still.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

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.

Then I opened a new tab. I had been ‘not’ thinking about one name all day. I had been very deliberate about not thinking about it, which meant it was the only thing I had actually been thinking about since Mr. Albert said the words "boutique property" and "forty-two rooms," and my brain had immediately, traitorously, made a connection I did not want to make. I typed it into the search bar anyway. Damien Price.

The simple gesture sent a jolt of warmth through King, a spark of hope that flickered in the darkness, chasing away some of the despair that had been his constant companion. Their fingers intertwined, the contact sending a wave of emotion through both of them. It was a fragile connection, a tentative bridge built across the wreckage of their past. But it was a start. A small step towards healing, towards forgiveness, towards the possibility of a future together. King felt her touch like a jolt of electricity, a surge of life returning to his deadened soul. He squeezed her hand gently, his eyes searching hers, pleading, begging. Desperately.

Amy was a great help to her life despite her not appreciated line of work as an exotic dancer, she was kind hearted. Eva completed the order returning to the waiting desk as she stared into space. She let her gaze linger on the man who kept pestering Amy, she couldn't help but admire the man's efforts. It's been years since she even thought of having a man in her life. The thought of going through what she went through always held her back. But over the years as her priorities shifted, she didn't have to worry much about her marital status. The bell ringing startled her, pulling her out of her thoughts. Eva pulled herself together as she looked at the customer. The moment their eyes locked s

‘You’re dead, Matthew Terrence,’ she muttered to herself as she quietly turned and made her way out of his apartment without letting him know she had been there. “Taxi!” she flagged when she got down. “Take me to the nearest bar,” she instructed as she got into the car. Even though she was trying to act strong, it still hurt to know that the man she loved betrayed her. She needed to get it out of her system, and what better way than to drink till she dropped. In no time, she was seated in front of a bartender, gulping down glass after glass while drowning in her sorrow. Her name was Zendaya Valencia, and she was the heiress to one of the most powerful families in the world, the Valencias.

CHAPTER TWO (2 and a half years before) I was beginning to think my life was terribly unfortunate, I was a double orphan and had no one to rely on. Even my job was only contractual and could end on any day, the only person in my life that I could consider a friend was my roommate and even she did not seem too keen on having me as a friend. My only interactions with my roommate were silent greetings and simple and short questions. As for my workmates, they avoided me and only called on me when there was something to be done.

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.