Intertwined Novelas e Histórias

It echoes from somewhere deeper. From something that has been watching longer than I have been awake. I do not acknowledge it. Not fully. Not yet. Instead, I follow the thread again. It has thickened. Not stronger. More entangled. The connection between them is no longer a simple line. It loops. Crosses itself. Feeds back. That was not part of the original design. That was not part of any design. That is what happens when interference meets instability and is allowed to continue. This is becoming… something.

I commanded, my voice calm, a sharp contrast to the humming machinery around us. The screen shifted. It showed a side-by-side comparison of two biological frequencies. One was a deep, thrumming gold—Girard Roux. The other was a bright, shimmering violet—Arielle. Where the two lines met, they wove together in a perfect, unbreakable braid. It was the Lien de Sang. The mate bond. To a poet, it was destiny. To me, it was a dual-channel data stream.

With her voice piercing the air, she said, "If you want to rewrite me." A pause. Then—. You can rewrite the story for both of us. Silence. The system froze. Just for a second. Because that—. That wasn't part of it. Not resistance. Not escape. Integration. “You can’t separate us anymore,” she added. “Because we're already merged.”. The system pulsed violently. “UNDEFINED STATE DETECTED.”. Adrian's presence surged fully now—. Not separate. Not internal. But aligned. Complete.

I did not finish what I was saying and it was followed by a series of growls as he suddenly entered his manhood inside me. I was so close to his neck because of his quick and deep thrust. We both called each other's names until we reached success.

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

Clyde winked, getting a nudge from his friend. Natalie then looks at him and tackled him a huge warm hug, getting him surprise and causing the two of them fall the ground. The others get surprise as well and gets a bit worried. As they were about to asked if they were ok, Natalie giggled and looks at them, nodding, making the others relieved and burst into chuckles as well. “This is one of the best birthdays I had” she said as she looks at Russell again. “Thank you” “It was nothing” He smiles as then Natalie leans again and kissing him, giving him their first kiss. END OF FLASHBACK

And i am excited for it. I love him a lot always and forever.... -THE END- __________ Finally the book came to an end!!! First of million thanks to my lovely reader♥️ It was a very long journey but finally it came to an end and for that I am thankful to my lovely readers. I am really thankful to my readers for supporting and always been patient me. Athena and Andrew story came to an end but the Paulsen siblings’ story has not come to an end. As you all might have expected i am writing a series. But all the books will be standalone but still i suggest you to read all the books for a better understanding. ENTANGLE comes under bachelor series and it is the first book of the series.

"You need to have your bath." "Just give me a few minutes like this." She moved, closing the distance between them, their forehead coming in contact. The room became silent, the only thing that could be heard was the breath, they stared at each other. It was a peaceful moment that had both of them reminiscing on how they were becoming attached to each other. The silence didn't last for long, as the sound from George's phone interrupted the atmosphere, making them separate. "You cheated." "I didn't switch it on."

And so they continued to tie and untie knots, their actions a form of dialogue, each loop and twist echoing the complexity of their emotions. As the rope wound around her once more, Ava felt a new level of trust settle between them. Carver, too, felt it, understanding that this intricate dance of rope and flesh, of freedom and constraint, was an evolving form of communication, an expression of a love that refused to be easily categorized or contained.

I pointed out, confusion evident in my voice. “He can mind link with you because you're his mate.” She exclaimed. “Being his mate means there's a strong bond between you two, transcending the ordinary,” she continued, sensing my uncertainty. “It's a unique connection that allows for mind linking, a way for werewolves to communicate on a deeper level.” I absorbed this information, grappling with the surreal nature of my newfound connection to Ralph. The fact that I, a seemingly ordinary human, could share a mental link with a strong supernatural being like him left me both fascinated and unsettled.