Entangled Synonym Novels & Stories

Kristen’s [POV] “This is the second time in three days that you’ve called me up and scheduled a gym date,” Melody said, giving me a suspicious glance. We were both doing some light cardio on the treadmills. We had TV screens right in front of us, but neither one of us was concentrating. The whole point of going with a partner was so that you didn’t have to watch the mindless programs they usually played at the gym. I smiled. “Can’t a girl work out now and again without it meaning something?”

"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?”

A slender figure enters his room and walks towards him. "Ann" The Prince looks at the woman. Ann Meyer is his betrothed and the future queen of Wales. Their marriage was arranged by the Prince's father, the current king and by the maiden’s father, Baron Mayer as they were good friends. The two were also considered as childhood sweethearts as the both of them were attracted to each other since they were kids. Prince Alex were Ann's knight and shining armor and Ann's was the First Prince's precious treasure. Her smile faded as she noticed that the Prince has a bored look on his face as if waiting for someone but someone wasn’t her. Noticing it, the first Prince quickly gives Ann a smile.

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. It wasn’t a note, not in the sentimental sense. It was a ledger: neat columns, numbers, names. “INVESTORS,” stamped in bold across the top. Beside each name was a number. Beside my name: Ember Leighton, or at least the false name Aaron’s men had pinned to me a figure I could not translate into anything but a price. My stomach dropped like I’d been thrown down the stairs.