Entwined With You Novels & Stories

The only man I intend to get entangled with, forever. "I like the sound of that just fine." END OF BOOK SEVEN

Lia said as she showed her necklace. The necklace came in pairs, and it was with sensors that could sense the heartbeats and you can feel the other person's heartbeat through it. Andreas pressed the gem, and he could feel his mates heartbeat through the vibration. He was amazed by this unique gift. "This way, I would feel less lonely when you are not with me. " Lia said." You have no idea what you mean to me. I love you so much that it scares me. " Lia had tears in her eyes.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

Amidst the cosmic whirlwind, our connection intensified, and an unspoken understanding bloomed between us. The pulsating energy of the nexus resonated with the harmonious cadence of our intertwined destinies. In the luminous embrace of the cosmic currents, we found ourselves propelled into an ethereal realm, where time seemed to dance to the rhythm of our shared heartbeat.

“Lose… yourself?” He nodded, his eyes meeting mine. “Not physically. Not in the sense that I die. But my independence… my freedom… it will never be the same. Once this is complete, part of me will exist within you. And part of you will exist within me. We’ll be… linked. Forever. Intimately. In ways no one else can ever break or sever.” I swallowed hard, feeling a shiver creep down my spine. “Elias… why would you—”

Telling of how strongly I affect him. We move together in a demanding rhythm and yet… For as fervent as it is, for as much as we’re both caught in the maelstrom of fiery sensations and greedy, hungry intentions—all begging for a resolution—we are hypnotically, overwhelmingly connected so that the insistency surrounds us, but it is prolonged pleasure that permeates us.

“Why do I feel like… like I know you? Like you’re a part of me?” The fog swirled more aggressively, as if responding to her words, and the voice grew louder, more intense. “You’re right, Lucy,” it growled, the words vibrating through the air. “I am a part of you. I’ve been with you since the day you were born, hidden away, suppressed, never allowed to emerge. Because you imprisoned me.”

I made them curl into a fist instead. “It’s not just that it’s changed,” I went on. “It’s… like a part of you is always there when I use mine, and a part of me when you use yours. And sometimes—” My throat closed. The bond stirred, curious, like it was leaning in to listen. “Sometimes I’m not sure it’s always for the best,” I finished, quieter.

Her branches shift in the breeze like a woman turning in her sleep, dreaming of better worlds. Three bonds sealed. One left to weave the circle whole. We walk back slowly through the silvered grass, fingers entwined, the air between us humming with the soft promise of dawn.

They lay entwined in each other’s arms, as if the universe had conspired to bring them to this moment. The room was still, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths. The glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a soft silver hue over their entangled bodies. It felt so right—so natural—that Emma almost wished she could forget everything else. Almost.