Entangled Novel Novels & Stories

He looked at Elian — this man who had written his interior in a novel and read it back to him at a kitchen table on a Portuguese island, without drama, without ceremony, just as the accurate description of a thing. "One hand around his coffee cup," Dante said. "The other resting on the table." "Yes," Elian said. "Close but not touching," Dante said. "Yes," Elian said. Dante put his hand on the table. He moved it across the manuscript, across the three hundred and forty pages of the thing that had grown here — across the garden novel, the Bucharest novel, the Euler novel, the love story novel — and put it over Elian's hand. "Close," Dante said.

I was perfectly entangled between the Russo brothers and now carrying a baby that was going to have two best fathers in the world. My fairytale had just begun.

“What is the title?” “One night-stand with the billionaire CEO.” “So it should be on the internet. Let us talk about it when we get back from the council building.” Titus added a bookmark to the novel before setting it down. As he exited the car, he moved towards the door. Without knocking, he opened the door wide enough for them to notice that someone significant was now present.

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!"

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.

she murmured awkwardly before bowing and hurrying away. Left alone, I leaned heavily against the pillar, my gaze fixed on Daniela. Even from a distance, my heart pounded, memories crashing over me like a tidal wave. My gut twisted with unease, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Why did it feel like the woman sitting there was still Miss Gift? My gut had never lied to me before, and right now, every instinct screamed at me that there was more to this than met the eye. My heart raced as I wiped my eyes, desperate to confirm what my senses were telling me.

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

“I told you we wouldn't be disturbed. Keep going.” Rapid-fire knocks came pounding on the wood. The banging grew louder. “Keep going!” Alton screamed. Voices called from beyond the door. “Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Spencer!” Alton reached for Judge Townsend’s arm. “Keith, do this now if you ever want to see that bench again.” Judge Townsend’s eyes widened as he turned back to us. “Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, do you take…” THE END of ENTRAPMENT Find out what happens next in FIDELITY, the final novel of the INFIDELITY series.

“No.” “It isn’t.” She laughed. Then grew serious. “James remembered it too.” Darrien blinked. “He remembered?” “He remembered standing beneath the stars.” Neither spoke for a long moment. Finally Darrien leaned forward. “I don’t think this is telepathy anymore.” Charlotte’s heart skipped. “What do you think it is?” He looked directly into her eyes. “I think…” “…the three of us are becoming entangled.” Charlotte smiled at the choice of words. “By accident?”

SCARLETT My hands scramble for the lock without even looking at it as Reed and I enter my bedroom, our lips still locked in a heated session. We land heavily on the bed, and I straddle Reed’s lap, our bodies pressed together in a tight embrace as the world and everything in it fade into the background.