Entangled Novel Novels & Stories

My body burned at the memory of what happened only a few minutes ago, missing his touch more than anything. My fingers twitched on my lap, and I looked up. As if thinking the same, we both pulled away from the table, unable to continue eating with the obvious tension in the air. Ridley stood from his seat, stood in front of me, and pulled me out of the chair after I gave him my hand. He pulled me into his embrace, my body melted almost instantly. Selfishly, I relished the warmth of his body and breathed in the musky scent of his new cologne, which I had grown to love.

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.

With one swift move, he took it off, placing it on the table next to his watch. Her heart shuddered when he placed another necklace on her neck, one whose pendant was made of pure diamond in the shape of a pearl. He pinned it at the back of her neck. “Thank… thank you, it looks beautiful.” Her hands shook as she held the pendant. Her face paled once his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to collide with his chest. Her skin crawled, and Anna was open to the option of even kneeing his groin just to escape from him.

With the way she called him back he knew she must have something to tell him. "Have you discussed it with her?" "Yaya I will, I can't just throw it at her." "It's okay, I get you." He pecked her and left. Brielle was laying on the bed with a book in her hand when he entered the room. "What are you reading?" "Book." George grabbed the book from her and looked at the cover. He turned slowly and looked at her. "What" "You read romance novels?" "What's wrong with that?"

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

He sighed and went back to his king-sized bed. He undressed and went to the shower to wash up. He was very tired and feeling jetlagged. Then he placed his gun underneath the pillow before he laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes and imagined himself on the sunny beach with his wife and kid. But it wasn't Melissa he saw. He saw Olivia and Jake with him on the beach. ~ ~ ~ MAYBE I WAS being paranoid unnecessarily. Maybe the paranoia was warranted, but I have been extra careful since my encounter with the Melissa lady at the park last week.

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

"Veronica Leech once came to my office with a very old book that had several torn pages. While she discussed with me about the contract, I noticed the book and asked her about it because it looked very old and ratty. She simply shrugged me off and said it was a family cooking recipe book that her grandmother had passed on to her. You see, I wasn't convinced but I let it slide anyway" Liam said, running his fingers through his hair. "What was the name of the book?" I asked. "The twin moons" ********

The literary press had also reviewed it, noting the unusual collaboration between Ernest and Don, the way the two voices created a dialogue that enacted the book's argument about the inside account. The Emergent World was received as something that resisted the categories. The reviews were various, and the variety itself was evidence of the book's refusal to fit into the existing frameworks. Some reviewers treated it as a philosophical argument about long relationships—about what accumulates when people stay together across decades, about the forms of knowledge that only time can produce, about the difference between the early years of a relationship and the years when the relationship has b