Love You Most Tangled Novels & Stories

They're already acting like a married couple and they're not even married. I can only imagine how they're going to act when they do tie the knot. I had no doubts anymore that they were endgame. All the doubts I had flew out the moment I realize my brother was in love in a way he had never been before and this love, would be hard to stop. I smiled at the two and looked over at Katrina. Her eyes are downcast on her tray and she has not eaten anything as yet. I frowned. Ryan hadn't given me the tests yet because we never got a chance to meet up privately. So Katrina was building up with more nerves and now it had become hard for her to hide the fact that she was not alright.

she whispered back. As they gazed into each other's eyes, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of emotion. Denzel's fingers traced the contours of Claudine's face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with depth of feeling. "Not just for who you are, but for who you help me be. You're my strength, my weakness, my everything."

His fingers tighten around my neck, cutting off the air flow and my screams. " You thought you could leave me locked behind bars and move on, continue fucking other guys behind my back? That's not how things go, Kara. You are mine, whether alive or dead." Valentine growls,his grip on my neck tightening. I try to scream but my vocal cords are restricted. I try to claw his hands off my neck but he is too strong and I am weakening with each passing moment. The bag in my hand slips and falls, spilling the groceries onto the sidewalk. My legs lose their strength and I start losing consciousness. The last thing I remember is the feeling of someone pulling Valentine away from me.

We could stay together without marking each other, like any human couple. "You want us, right?" She questioned me, pulling my collar closer to her. "I want both of you. I need both of you. I desire both of you, and I love both of you." "We just learned each other’s names, and you’re in love with me already? Aren’t you going too fast, Mr. Stark?" She teased and whimpered when I grabbed her ass, squeezing it tight.

It was the greatest test, leave and lose him forever or stay and perhaps fix everything for good, I was confused at the same time I couldn't lose or let him get away with the fact he and actually used the wh*re term me, literally. I didn't leave even if I wanted to, a force I didn't know still existed between us held me back, as much as my brain was screaming at my brain to leave i didn't, guess there was still a leftover of love in me– A whirlpool feeling of love, threatening to drown me into him.

In that moment, they were two masterminds, dancing around each other, neither fully aware of the secrets that lay beneath their enchanting facades. Little did Wyatt know, Emily’s charm was but a tool in her quest for retribution. And little did Emily know, Wyatt’s interest in her was beginning to transcend the boundaries of their calculated game. The stage was set, the first move made. The tangled web of desire and revenge had been spun, and there was no turning back.

But I sighed. We kept on going on countless dates after that, to the movie, and concerts, we once took a road trip to attend The Chainsmokers' drive-in concert and it was so awesome. I loved that with all this, you were still going at a pace we were both comfortable with. We had hugged countless times, you had given me a peck, another time. But damn I wanted more, I was already eighteen and had surpassed successfully some of my teenage and youthfully exuberance. But now I was in a relationship, and I needed more than just the casual hugs and occasional peck.

I murmured. Arrow’s smile widened. Too calm. Too sharp. “Of course. But worry can be dangerous, can’t it? It creates attachments. Attachments lead to interference.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was feather-light, but my heart thundered. 💓 “You wouldn’t want anyone interfering, would you, Palmer?” I shook my head quickly. “No.” “Good girl.” The words were velvet and poison. He kissed my forehead, lingering a moment too long, then whispered, “You belong to me. Don’t forget that.”

“I thought you were an analyst. I watched you cross the street and wondered if I’d ever see you again.” Isolde smiled into her tea. “I remember the shoes. I hated them.” He walked to her slowly. “You were never invisible.” Her voice lowered. “You were never untouchable.” They stood in the living room now barefoot, quiet, clean light washing over them. He reached toward the ribbon at her throat. Still red. Still knotted. He touched it gently. “Can I?” She nodded. He untied it. The scar was still there beneath her collarbone. A faint crescent. Not from Velvet. From ballet. From trying too hard to be perfect.

A full moon peered outside the courtyard its energy radiated down filling me with hope things were going to get better. I leaned against one of the pillars. There was no way I could get so much sleep that night. I was in this position that all I thought of, all I saw when I closed my eyes was Elena and Andrew together. These thoughts plagued my mind, especially after seeing just how happy, just how much in love they appeared to be in Nubo during their lunch date. I had been a stump in their pasture. It was clearer now I had intercepted their love. It was the reason he had been way cold to me when we first got married.