Tangerine Novel Novels & Stories

I laugh but I am nervous. I only hope she does not notice this now. “Tangerines symbolize real likeness. If someone offers to peel tangerines with you and gives you slices off of it, then the relationship will be honest and real. I’d like that, Tiffany, with you.” I like this woman. It is a feeling I can’t explain fully, only that I think she is right in all of this turmoil. I think she is the one who’s going to save me.

Karina looked confused, the meaning behind Nina’s words completely lost on her. Before Karina could ask, Nina stood up and took Orion’s hand. Noticing the half-eaten tangerine in his grasp, she casually took it with a playful raise of her eyebrow. “What? Your own mom isn’t allowed to eat your tangerine?”

Week passed and Tangerine was very thankful that she hasn't seen the siblings yet. Somehow he felt relieved and the fear that he might have a good character disappeared from his mind. She was simply and slowly sipping blood with her fancy curved glass, enjoying every drop of it. It's not a human blood, it's a pig's blood. She hasn't bought human blood because she's so nervous that her siblings might see it. He needs to be more careful with his actions because he is no longer like before when only normal people get along, Uno and Dos? They are vampire hunters so that she can't be silly neither fooled if she doesn't want to rot in the book. Why was he born as a vampire? He will carry it all hi

I woke up feeling b⁠ette⁠r than I had in days. N‌o​thing​ in m‍y li​f⁠e had magically fixed itself ove‌rnig‌ht—Conrad and I were‌ still wa‌lking on egg‌sh⁠el​ls. Sadie’s relationship was crumbli​ng‌ in​ real time, and the w⁠eight o‍f my own mis​t⁠akes with Stefa​n linge⁠red like a‍ bad taste.

It was a risk to delve deeper into its secrets, just as it was a risk to consider marrying someone whose true nature remained elusive to me. And then there was Mr. Blackwood, whose allure and dangerous charm tempted me to tread even further into uncertain waters. Each decision seemed to carry its weight of consequences, each path fraught with peril and intrigue. Yet, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and entangled relationships, I couldn't deny the exhilarating pull of the unknown, beckoning me to explore deeper into the mysteries that surrounded me. My phone's shrill ring pierced through the silence of the midnight hour, jolting me awake from deep thoughts. Startled, I fumbled to gra

Jessica peeled another candied tangerine. Although she did not speak, Thomas could understand her. No matter how well she hid her emotions, she had never hidden it from him. He said, "Don't worry, with Lady Cecilia Longhorn around, how can she bear to see him bleed?" As soon as Lady Cecilia Longhorn was mentioned, the fire in Jessica's belly jumped out again. She mechanically put the tangerine into her mouth, and the cold and sweet juice burst out between her lips and teeth. The burning sensation in her belly stopped.

Venus giggled, as she tidied up by picking up the hospital gown from the green medium-sized non-slip rubber pedestal bath mat, folding it. “To think that you’d be grateful,” Azara grumbled, helping me with my tangerine bra. In short order, I was dressed and sitting in one of the chairs by the large rectangular glass window around dinner and a glass of cold fruit punch. The sunset had me on edge. Flame tones infiltrated the eventide's recumbent light in a smooth rolling poem. It was as though those soft rays were going to produce a masterpiece with the vast expanse of orange-gold, the tints of fireplace hearths and tangerines. The land would once more retire to rest, but what of my heart’s to

I grabbed an extinguisher and rushed toward the gas tank still burning. Minutes later, the remaining flames were under control. When I reached Lisa, she had already fallen unconscious. Her cheeks and neck were covered with horrifying blisters from severe burns. Beside her, George was beyond recognition—his entire body charred black, only his chest rising and falling with the faintest trace of life. I wouldn't deny it—my heart went numb for a single, fleeting moment. All the resentment and tangled history between us flashed through my mind like fragments of an old silent film.

Inside was a single photograph and a note. The photo showed a young man, perhaps twenty-four, with dark hair and unmistakable Hale gray eyes, sitting in a wheelchair in a sunlit garden. The note read: *Lucas Hale is alive. He has been for twenty-four years. Come alone to the address below if you want the full story. Tell your father and the girl dies in the same ‘accident’ as your siblings. A concerned party Cassian’s face turned to stone. He handed the photo to Elena.