Entangled Life Book Novels & Stories

“Let me do this for you.” His kindness pulled at something deep inside me. I relented with a small nod. “Okay. Thank you.” After the bookstore, we went to a quiet café under flowering trees. We sat outside, sipping iced drinks while the breeze teased strands of my hair. I let myself pretend—pretend I was a normal girl, on a normal day, with a kind boy who liked me. It was bliss. But even in that peace, a part of me felt tethered to green eyes that burned, and rough hands that left marks I didn't know whether to love or hate. Vincent haunted me—even in the sunlight.

This was it she assured herself as she fell to her bed, taking in a deep breath. * * * Liam sat alone in the dim-lit living room of Drew’s apartment, the silence feeling louder than the occasional ticking of a clock. He had spent most of the day rearranging his life into the confines of Drew’s world. The walls, the cold decor, it all felt so distant from the life he used to have. But it was too late for regrets.

That woman still lived inside her, but she wasn’t steering anymore. Jack came back, holding Nora’s handmade family scrapbook. He handed it to Elena. She flipped to the back page, added another photo—a snapshot from their beach trip last month. All five of them in the frame, blurry with motion and joy. Sand in their hair. Laughter frozen in time. Beneath it, she wrote in looping script: This is what it means to build a life. Not perfect. Not painless. But ours. Lila came out just then, barefoot and sleepy-eyed. "Mom?"

Twenty-two years of accumulated life condensed into fragments and the lived reality of the present and no framework for connecting the two. "I stopped trying to connect them," she said. "After the first year. I just — stopped. I let the fragments be fragments. I let the present be the present. And I waited." "For what?" Nyla said. "For someone to come," she said. "I didn't know who. I just knew that the fragments were not only for me. That I had come back carrying something that was meant to go somewhere." She looked at Nyla. "And then I read the profile. The Ellison piece. And I understood where it was meant to go."

Stay far away from ungodly men. I listened. I really did. I followed every rule like my life depended on it. But the second he's in the room, all that discipline evaporates like smoke. Poof. Gone. I need to stay the hell away from that man. How can I be engaged to one guy and have my mind tangled up in another? The wrong one, at that. The dangerous one. How the hell did I end up like this—caught in the orbit of someone whose very presence screams trouble, yet he looks right through every wall I've built and sees the real me underneath?

Her fingers lingered for half a second too long on the cover before it left her grasp, like she hadn’t quite processed what I’d done. “What’re you doing?” She asked, pushing herself up from the floor. The softness in her features melted into something darker, something that looked a lot like disbelief, like reality crashing in. I couldn’t breath properly, I realized with a jolt. I forced myself to flip it open to the last page, to the incomplete scribble of her pen when I’d gone and interrupted her. “I think there are some people who don’t enter your life,” I read aloud, my voice steady in a way I didn’t feel, “they fracture it.”

She would also be able to help Estela. Fortunately there were so many resource material for her book all around her where she could draw inspiration from. She was almost finished with her book. There was only one thing missing, or rather, someone, her husband. Back then, every time she writes a book, he would be the first one to read it. He would even be helping her think of scenarios. He was her number one supporter. And she wished he was with her. But these days, as she assimilates into this new life, she realized that reuniting with him is an impossible dream. She also thought about the repercussions if she were to show up in front of him. Would her real body not going to be able to meet

Trinity of Entanglement is the sequel to Bullied Hybrid Unleashed, with the continuation of Annalise's story. Synopsis: How am I supposed to choose between the love of my life and my fated mate? Selene, you suck. Embark on the journey of how Annalise's life was meant to be. In the end who do you think she will choose? ZANE

While one hand was busy playing on the top of Alice's twin hills which had been successfully opened by Adam's nimble hands. Alice felt that this was a new experience for her, because since three years of being in a relationship with Philip, she had never been this intimate. Is the first man who managed to break through the defense of the first daughter of the Holmes family. Even though this was not her first romance with Adam Anderson, for Alice to feel the touch of a man in a conscious state made her unable to move and even her body wanted more. “Jesus, have I gone mad?! How could I fall for the touch of a pervert like Adam Anderson?!” Alice screamed inside.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, if this is the first of my work you've read, you can try TANGLED LIFE; LOVE IN COAT OF HATE Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly