Tails X Tangle Novels & Stories

Andrew said, his voice low, threaded with tension. Arrow tilted his head slightly, like a predator studying movement. “Really? I thought you’d have learned to expect me in places you don’t belong.” His gaze slid toward me then, quick and sharp, before snapping back to Andrew. “But I see you’ve been keeping yourself… busy.” My stomach twisted. The way he said “busy” was deliberate, meant to cut, to stain something soft with suspicion. My fingers itched to reach for Andrew’s hand, but I forced them still. Every instinct screamed that movement right now could be a trigger. 😣✋

But he said “I’ll hold them.” “No heroism,” she said. “Just time.” She nodded once. And slipped into the tunnel with six women, a duffel bag of names, and Vivienne crawling beside her. The tunnels stank of iron, mold, and something older old sewage systems left to rot under decades of silence. They crawled single file for fifty meters before the space opened enough to let them stand. Isolde stood first. Her fingers were scraped. Her ribs ached. The duffel bag cut into her shoulder.

he replied, gently stroking her tangled hair. "That reminds me, I have something that might cheer you up," Clayton said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Camden, fatigued by the emotional rollercoaster, pleaded, "Clayton, no more gifts, please..." However, he surprised her by pulling a hairbrush and detangler spray from the shopping bag he had brought. "Uh... Do you consider shampoo a gift?" he asked with a puzzled look. A wave of relief washed over Camden as she realized the thoughtfulness of his gesture. "You're a Godsend," she sighed with gratitude. Clayton settled himself on the bed behind her, gently working through the tangles in her hair. With careful hands, he applied the det

"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.

But my gift has other plans. The tethers are everywhere. Dozens of them, maybe more. Each one a thread of energy snaking through the air, shimmering in unnatural colours. Some are soft and pale, faintly flickering, but others are harsh and vibrant. They dart like lightning bolts. They twist around strangers as they walk past me, coiling around bond groups holding hands, tangle through children laughing and crying and screaming.