Entangled Synonym Novels & Stories

I had him so close that I felt my sanity slipping through my fingers; I was losing track and sensibility. I wanted to jump on him —although I was already almost on top of him— and devour him, and not just with kisses. His cologne was stronger and more intoxicating now; before, it was mixed with alcohol and smoke, but now —despite the smell of marijuana— I was so close to him that I hoped my hair would carry his scent. "Are you going to slash my motorcycle?" His fingers tingled against my hand on the other side of his hip, and he pulled me damn close to him —"Have the guts to touch my bike..."

Just a crumpled napkin left behind like some kind of signature. I exhaled slowly and started toward my car. Why hadn’t I said hi? Would it have been weird? Or would he have wanted me to? I wasn’t sure anymore. I wasn’t even sure what we were to each other. Not friends. Not exactly enemies. Something else. Something in between. Entangled. That was the word. Like wires twisted together. A connection that shouldn’t exist but somehow did. And now Malik had seen it—well, part of it. And his warning was just the echo of what I already knew.

And that fear had cost her the battle. For now. Dorian crossed his arms. “So, what does that mean for us? We were just collateral damage?” The warrior’s gaze sharpened. “You are entangled now.” The way he said it sent ice through Lena’s veins. “Entangled how?” Idris asked, his voice quiet but firm. The warrior hesitated. “The Rift does not simply take—it binds. You have entered its threshold, and now it marks you.” Lena’s stomach twisted. “Marks us for what?”

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?

When Damien said I and Enzo needed to pick up a package at the Smiths, I was wondering what it was because I knew he hated the Smiths so I was wondering what business he had with them. When we got there, we saw that it was not a package, it was a person. At first, I thought it was my brother because they looked so much alike. They had the same hair colour and the same body shape, my brother just had more meat in his flesh than Noah. We took him and entered the car and began our journey back to Damien's penthouse.

Noah stepped through the sleek glass doors of Anderson Enterprises, her heart pounding against her ribs. The polished floors and towering glass walls reflected a world she wasn't sure she wanted to be part of. As she moved deeper into the building, whispers followed her like shadows. "Is that Noah Miller?" "She sure looks like an Anderson's daughter in law." "She is even more stunning in person."

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!

I definitely hadn't been planning for two! Beth looked at me with a pouth and a wounded expression. "That's not the way to speak to me. You should be happy. You haven't seen me in ages." She mused, but I was having none it, and walked right part her. Yeah right! The last time we saw each other, was very...ahem!... pleasurable. But frankly, I wasn't interested right now. I had a lot on my mind. She was....what had Elena referred to her as again?....a sneaky link/ on and off girlfriend.

Opportunity is like a train, swift and populated, with ages and genders mixed together. The ability to travel anywhere in a vehicle that never waits for the driver. Unless it has to load fresh people, it doesn't. You are going in the direction you intended, yet it drops you off somewhere.

Theodore said. Colton didn't say anything. He stared at his almost empty glass of whiskey. After a while, he spoke, looking at Theo. "All I know is that Mia and I have this burning fire between us. It's sort of like, we can't get enough of each other. I don't know if it's love, obsession, or lust. All I know is that I want her by my side and together, we shall figure out why we can't get enough of each other. In the end, what will be will be."