Lizard From Tangled Novels & Stories

She said happily, pulling me to come see it. The moment I brushed past Jayden, I was thankful for one thing—the blockers I had injected after yesterday at the chess table proved that I was becoming more vulnerable to his sexual advances. And now, even a brush from him stirred absolutely nothing in me. But his wolf—I heard it howl shamelessly. And I liked it. I wasn't the one suffering from the mate mark this time. So he might consider rejecting the bond. --- The moment we finally ran the stairs up to Lia's room, there were different unpacked luxury bags filled with new collections of her Disney toys. I watched her excitedly pull out a box of chocolate for us to feast on her bed.

Still, the stress clung to her like static. “I swear, I nearly choked on caviar,” Lily muttered to the empty room, pacing now. “Who eats caviar? It’s like… fancy fish jelly. And the whole time I was waiting for someone to stand up and say, ‘She doesn’t belong here. Get the assistant out.’”

A cloud of danger over his face, and in one swift motion, he slammed me against the wall, his hands clenching around my waist. "Don't call me that," he growled in a low, menacing voice. For a moment, I really believed he would hurt me, but then his grip released, and he stepped backward, running a hand through his hair. I drew a hand through my pocket and held out to him the lighter he had - a tiger-patterned thing - I had swiped from his room earlier. He stared at it then at me. "What the hell? "It looked cool," I shrugged. He shook his head, reached for the lighter, and lit a cigar.

She took in a large gulp of her saliva, trying to get hold of her gittering teeth. “We meet again, Lyla,” he said with an evil smile playing around the edge of his lips. ______

She was not twelve years old. That fact had been abundantly clear to the pack of idiots loitering near the front steps when Leo pulled up to the curb. Three of them. Maybe four. I'd stopped counting when the tallest one—some lanky kid with the audacity of someone who'd never once had his jaw broken—had let his gaze drag over Hazel like she was something on a menu. I'd felt my hands ball into fists against my thighs. I'd felt something dark and territorial claw its way up through my chest, something I had no rational claim to, no sane justification for.

“You dragged *me* into your filth. My reputation is built on control. Precision. Not fucking my stepsister like some depraved cliché.” Elena’s back hit the desk. She gripped the edge, refusing to cower. “Then deny it. Call me a liar tomorrow morning. Tell everyone I made it up because I’m obsessed with you or whatever story you want. I’ll play along.” He braced one hand on the desk beside her hip, leaning in. Their faces were inches apart. She could see the flecks of silver in his gray eyes, the faint scar above his left eyebrow from the time they had fought so viciously over nothing that he’d tripped on the stairs.

The reason for my sleepless nights, my ruthlessness, my distaste, and so much more. After that night, I had been so occupied with activities surrounding my Luna's funeral, but the thought of HER never left me. When I instructed Lucas to search for her, about some weeks after, she couldn’t be found. Her identity, who she really was, remained unknown. This necklace was the only thing she left behind on the bed when she hurriedly disappeared. "You are mine, and I must fish you out wherever you are." I sniffed it, inhaling the faint scent of honey mixed with moon dew.

“Plea​se‍…⁠” The rope final​ly snapp​ed enough​ for her to pull he​r han‍ds fr‌e⁠e. She⁠ bit he​r lip to keep‍ fr​om crying ou‍t as pain shot through her wrists‌. She crawled toward her phone and​ picked it up. The scr‌een was destroyed. The battery was dead. Still, she‍ s‌hoved​ it into her po​cket. Footsteps grew louder on the st​air⁠s.

He lowered himself carefully to the floor like someone stepping into foreign territory, his expression completely unreadable. Tamera immediately handed him a toy knight. “You’re this one.” Ragnar stared at it. “I see.” “And you protect the princess.” Ragnar glanced briefly at Lance. Lance raised his hands. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t write the script.” Tamera pointed to Lance. “He’s the dinosaur.” “Correction,” Lance said proudly. “I’m the heroic dinosaur.” Ragnar remained silent for a moment, holding the tiny plastic knight between his fingers like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it.

Four asked. "Danger ahead." Ren said sure of himself. He already locked on to what the beast was talking about. "Danger that we will like. Something to help with your cultivation Two." Up ahead a little lizard that looked like little Raptors moved around. They were eating the carcass of a much bigger one. Most likely their parent. Over to the side was an Ice Giant. It was covered in scars and missing half its body from the fight. Covered in thick fur with a club made of ice attached to its arm.