I Can See Light Tangled Novels & Stories

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,

“Cassie, you literally screamed and hid under the blanket during the last twenty minutes.” Cassie waved a dismissive hand. “That was one time!” I snickered. “And you screamed so loud the neighbors banged on the wall.” Cassie crossed her arms. “Okay, fine. Maybe Hereditary was a little intense. Let’s go for something less terrifying this time.” Mica arched a brow. “Like what?” Cassie tapped her chin, pretending to think. Then her face lit up mischievously. “Oh! Let’s watch The Conjuring.”

The memories, I saw myself in many places especially when I was shot and tortured with the image of the guy who shot me. Then, darkness enveloped me...

Every blessing you see comes with a hidden price. "You chose to go with Dad. You chose to take away the suffering. So, this is what you deserve." Tamara fell to the ground, paralyzed with shock. Meanwhile, Mom stared at me with terror in her eyes. "Tiana? What nonsense are you spouting? What brain tumor? What death?" I turned around to look at Mom. Then, I took off my beanie and showed her my bald head. There were just a few tiny wisps of hair left. However, my appearance was more than enough to give them a huge shock.

My fingers curled involuntarily against his shoulders, seeking purchase in something solid, something that wouldn't crumble beneath my touch. I pulled my head back, my palms flat against his chest, forcing him to look up at me. His dark eyes were completely blank, staring through me rather than at me, fixed on some old ghost on the ceiling. The shadows under his eyes seemed deeper in the dim light, carved into his face like permanent fixtures. He looked older in that moment, worn down by memories I couldn't see but could feel radiating off him in waves.

Everything smelled faintly of lavender and night air, yet it all felt wrong. She shut the door softly, as if loudness might break something fragile that hadn’t already shattered. At her desk, the laptop's glow painted her face in shifting light. The cursor blinked on an empty document, she stared at it until her eyes blurred. She’d opened and closed the same file at least ten times, trying to write, trying to feel normal again. Every sentence she typed came out twisted— brittle. Delete. Type again. Delete. The memory replayed in fragments. The tension in Xander’s eyes, the way his voice broke between anger and desperation, the moment his hands gripped her arms too tightly.

I couldn’t shake the image of his tall, muscular frame from my mind or the way his red eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul out of my head. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at my phone screen as I scrolled through the endless stream of videos on TikTok. It was a welcome distraction from the swirling thoughts in my head and the chaos in my mind, but I knew it was only temporary. It was my go-to way of avoiding any uncomfortable thoughts or situations. I didn’t want to think about what had just happened or what was going to happen next.

Watching. “I wanted to be seen.” “I wanted to be free.” “I wanted to disappear.” Isolde’s image flickered real and unreal collapsing into one. Meanwhile, in the control corridor, Penelope reached the Vault’s core. A sealed panel glowed red. Behind it: five fiber-optic threads thin as nerves. Each one pulsing a different shade. Blue. Red. White. Green. Black. She exhaled. “Of course it’s a literal cut-the-wire situation.”

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

He had changed into a pair of comfortable tracksuit pants and still wore his t-shirt from the day, fully prepared to relax and unwind for the night. Camden finished unbraiding her hair, allowing her fingers to rake through it, leaving it in an even wilder and wavier state than usual. Clayton's chuckle caught her attention, and she looked over at him. "You look like a lion. Look at this wild mane!" he teased, his fingers playfully running through her tousled hair. She smiled shyly, feeling a hint of embarrassment at her appearance. She never wore her hair quite so curly and she felt selfconscious about it. "Maybe I should tame the beast," she mumbled with a small laugh, reaching for one of th