Entangled Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“I just started thinking about all the other girls who he's been with, and the fact that this was just another fuck for him. And that he'll be headed back to New York in a couple of weeks, and then there will be however many more women, and-” “Oh, honey,” Mina interrupted. “You can't think like that. Remember what we were saying about your books and that whole line between reality and fiction? True love doesn't exist; the most we can do is just have a little fun with things. There's no problem with you just having some fun with Christian right now. Show him around, if that's what you want to do. Sleep with him, maybe, if you want to do that. But don't get too attached to him.” “I know,” I sa

I had flipped through the notebook so many times that I was beginning to wonder if I was looking for a clue that simply wasn't there. Nothing. No obvious names. No addresses. No explanation. Just pages filled with Jeffrey's strange handwriting. I sighed and flipped through the notebook again. Then I noticed something. At the very back of the book. Something had been written faintly along the edge of the final page. I leaned closer. “Father Michael.” My eyebrows pulled together. “Father Michael?” Who was he? And what did he have to do with Jeffrey? I rubbed my temples. Another mystery. Just when I thought we were finally getting somewhere, another question appeared.

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

She was just another number. As he peered into her eyes, he could see the emotions she was feeling. There was a tug of war, like she was debating whether she wanted to believe him or not. There and then, he was certain there was more. This was more than the news reports; she was battling more on the inside, something preventing her from being with him. “Scarlett, is there something…” The doors opened up, and Lucious walked in. “Ooh, balloons?” He looked up curiously. “Am I interrupting something?”

His words, his touch… it was everything she’d been craving and more. “Okay,” she breathed. He grinned, triumphant, and led her out of the booth. They weaved through the restaurant, Clara’s hand trembling in Adrian’s firm grip. Clara’s breath caught. This wasn’t what she had expected. What had she gotten herself into? Adrian squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Excellent. Let’s find somewhere more… intimate like my penthouse which was the intial location.” Clara felt her stomach twist in knots as they walked out together, two strangers bound by secret desire. What had started as an escape from her marriage had just become something much more complicated… and dangerous.

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 only expected thing for her to do. He froze in her embrace for what seemed like a couple of seconds before she finally felt him softening. He didn’t hug her back though, simply remaining in her arms while she wrapped them around him tighter, offering him comfort and companionship in ways he had no idea he needed. They remained in that position for a while and not even for a second, did any of them realize how weird and unusual what was going on was. Not until a couple of minutes passed and reality hit them, Elaine immediately pulling away from the hug, rather slowly regardless.

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!

She muttered also picking up another napkin and spreading it on her legs. “Well that’s why you’re going to get to know me!” He said as he picked up a spiral binded paper beside him and slammed gently with a soft thud in front of her. “What’s that?!” She asked. “A compilation of important events in my life, and some little other details,” “I also did a little modification to how we met,” he added, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head with a small scoff. “So what am I supposed to do with this?!”