Entangled Synonym Novels & Stories

Perhaps they're better friends than I thought. Sometime later, the Master of the Smithy walks outside, grumbling. "Fucking ring doesn't work for anything," He throws the ring at me and I stumble to get a hold of it. "It's connected with your soul. No, not connected, direct-fucking-ly entangled." "Huh?" I don't understand what he's saying, "What do you mean it's entangled?"

My energy wove between Shadow Ridge's and Northern Ridge's bonds, creating shimmering connections that— Both packs gasped. The connections held. Visible. Glowing. Linking our packs in ways I'd never seen before. “Sophie,” Christian breathed. “What did you just do?” I stared at the golden threads connecting our packs, my heart pounding. “I… I have no idea.”

Maybe that was why they never really seemed to work out for me. “But anything that you can get from a relationship, you get from friendship,” Mina pointed out. “Yeah, but plenty of people say that that's what a relationship is,” I reminded her. “They say that it's like being with their best friend. Plus, you get the added intimacy of sex and everything else. Living together for a long time. Sharing the same life path.” “But that doesn't mean that you love one another,” Mina said. She scanned the waves and pointed to one. “Not to cut this short, but I'm going to catch that one.”

"Although, I can see how you might be…disoriented." I decided to roll with it. Maybe this was just his way of easing tension. "Disoriented is one word for it," I said, leaning back on the sofa. "I was expecting… well, something a little more… intimidating." He laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Intimidation is for boardrooms and hostile takeovers, darling. Not private rendezvous." "Rendezvous?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling this?”

I spent the day haunting her periphery. In meetings, I sat diagonally from her, close enough to watch her throat flush when my knee “accidentally” brushed hers. She scribbled notes furiously, knuckles white, while I doodled violets in the margins. At lunch, I intercepted her in the break room. She stood trapped between the espresso machine and my chest, the steamy hiss of milk frothing echoing the pulse hammering in her throat. I leaned in, close enough to count the gold flecks in her amber eyes. There you are, birdie.

"Too long. An eternity." They sat in silence for a while, their hands still entwined, the connection between them a tangible thing in the quiet room. It was a silence filled with a tentative understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the pain they had both endured, and a fragile hope for healing. But it was also a silence pregnant with unspoken words, with fears and doubts that threatened to shatter the fragile peace.

She had locked eyes with me but thankfully, Rye was in his cell so he couldn’t get access to her mind. A blink was all it took for me to pull myself out of her enchantment. “What is this?” I muttered, closing my eyes to calm myself.

"Jake Bennett, yes?" Marcus remained silent. Declan continued, "One of my men saw something. He didn't see the kidnap, but he happens to know where an unaffiliated child-keeping operation is ongoing." "Unaffiliated… like, none of the other families knows about it?" Marcus asked. "Exactly, None of them are connected to the littl' operation," Declan said. "Now… it might not be the kid you are looking for… but are you willing to let this information pass?"

Suppressed emotions hovered in the atmosphere unbeknownst to anybody. “Oh! Liam tonight was amazing,” I admitted while the music provided an interlude for our exchange. “Liam, I feel like there is more to our friendship, something limitless, something that we have ignored for so long. Don't you agree? Don't you want to test it?" I found myself speaking in a drunken tone "Because, I don't know about you, but I want you. Like really want you inside of me, you handsome hunk."

she replied, “but I’m very certain anywhere is better than here.” “Nessa,” I shook my head gently, “he wasn’t even trying to find us, and he did. Do you think he’s not going to find us when he actually commits to searching? Besides, Dylan mentioned something about a connection between us. I know you felt it, and we don’t even understand what it means.” “It’s not enough justification to stay, Lisa, and you know it.” “And what about the prophecy,” I continued, “you said it yourself, we’re connected through it somehow. So, doesn’t it make sense if we stay and find out what it all truly means?”