Tails X Tangle Novels & Stories

"I guess that means you're ready to see what we have in store for you, then?" "Yes, daddy," I answer, smiling mischievously at him. "I like the sound of that. Don't you, Lance?" He asks and Cliff grunts an agreement as his lips attack the skin behind my neck. Lance pulls off his tie and dangles it before my face. This is your first task for today." He explains, wrapping the tie around my head, covering my eyes. " I want you to feel. Use your senses and identify who is touching you. Who is licking you? Who is sucking you? Who is fucking you. Can you do that, Kitten?"

He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw. Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book. A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font. The Tangled Truth A Novel He freezes. The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting. His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H. His heartbeat falters. He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the book with careful hands, his fingertips grazing the pages like he’s touching something holy. Each page exhales secrets. Each word unfurls a tether.

The scent of fresh paper filled the bookstore as Lila carefully unboxed the latest shipment of books. She placed each book into its designated pile, her movements methodical. A few feet away, Marcus was busy unboxing their new supply of office essentials—staples, pins, and other mundane necessities. Unlike her, he wasn’t as precise in his sorting, carelessly tearing through the tape and letting packing peanuts scatter onto the floor. Lila barely paid him any mind as she reached for another box. It was slightly heavier than the others, and as she peeled away the layers of tape and folded back the cardboard, her eyes landed on something that made her lips curve into a smile.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

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.

“Just adjust what’s here. Don’t waste flowers. Look at it like a puzzle, fit the pieces until it looks perfect.” She walked toward the tables with linens and table numbers. “Listen, linen colors are ivory, not off-white. Check every tablecloth before we send them to the venue. And the table numbers, don’t stick them in straight lines. Angle them slightly, make it look effortless. Everyone notices the little things. Everyone.” Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She frowned. Glancing at the screen, she saw Daniel’s name. “What does he want?” She sighed, not answering it.

I shook my head. "That looks really bad," I said, keeping my voice soft. "I have some spare gym clothes in my locker. They are a little old and smell a bit, but you can borrow them if you want." Offering her my old, smelly clothes was the biggest insult. Tiffany's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She was so mad she couldn't even speak. She looked around the room. People were staring. Some people were covering their mouths. They were trying hard not to laugh at her.

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Britney replied. "I have known you for years and I know when you're bothered. So tell me what's wrong?". Danielle asked again. "Do you think I'm making a mistake? I'm scared, anxious, and still excited. I don't know how to feel." Britney said this as she touches Danielle's hands for answers.

Tiana had been quiet up until now, but as soon as Kelly introduced her, her whole demeanor changed. She tucked her hair behind her ear and batted her lashes, stepping closer to Scout. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she said, her voice suddenly softer. Scout arched a brow, clearly enjoying the attention. “Oh yeah? Hope it’s all good things.” Tiana giggled. “Maybe….Maybe not.” I watched, stunned, as the two of them fell into a shamelessly flirtatious exchange right in front of me. Scout leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing, while Tiana responded with giggles and playful touches.