Tangle-free Novels & Stories

Being accused of taking drugs messed with a person's reputation, but he couldn't help himself. Tessy rolled her eyes inside her mask and wished he could see the frown in her face. Blaze always made things quite difficult, always asking a lot of annoying questions and when she stretched out a hand for the money, she wasn't surprised when he just looked at her face and laughed out.

she said, trying to hold back her tears. “I understand Rachel. Your son will have to pay for his crimes”. She smiled light while nodding her head. “Be happy,” She added before walking away from us. Attorney Frederick walked after her but did not stop to say a word to us. He simply acknowledged our presence by slightly shaking his head. “Well, I am glad all that is over!” Andrew said, with a lot of relief in his voice. “Granny will be relieved,” I added. “Let's go” Andrew said, holding my hand.

“Tell me something not work-related.” Ainara raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like… are you seeing someone?” Ainara hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Tasha grinned. “That’s the best kind.” They laughed, and for the first time in days, Ainara felt lighter. They talked about college, travel, dream projects, and the weirdest clients they’d ever had. Then Tasha said, “We’re going home the day after tomorrow, right?” “Yup. Project’s on track. We deserve a little shopping.”

Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

“You’ve been playing with fire. This… throuple thing— it’s not stable. You’re walking a tightrope between two very unsure men, and neither of them plays by the rules.” “I know,” Ava whispered. “But… Xander… he’s different. Calm, patient… but also jealous, controlling… and Tristan… Tristan just gets under my skin like no one ever has. I… I don’t know how to manage either of them.” Harper tapped her fingers on the table, voice low and serious. “And you still don’t know who leaked those files. Could’ve been Tristan. Could’ve been Xander. Could be someone else entirely. But the second Xander and Tristan start bonding too much, you’ll have no control. None. And I swear… that’s when it will all co

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

"Probably not. Mom's not getting any younger, and that man doesn't treat her well. I don't want her to get pushed around, so I'll stay here to watch over her." Maisie took the phone. "Felicia…" Felicia was quickly overwhelmed by her emotions and started to cry. Maisie felt upset as well. "I don't blame you for what you did, but no matter where you are, you have to take care of yourself, okay?" "Maisie…" "Yeah." "Maisie…" "I'm here." This conversation marked the end of their feud. As Maisie said, they were twins, and she could not stay mad at Felicia.

_________ Alex — A Shift Felt, Not Seen Alexander Knight sat across from Melissa in a quiet conference room. Something had changed. He felt it—not in the numbers, not in the headlines—but in the pattern. “The pressure is uneven,” Melissa said. “It’s like multiple hands pulling in different directions.” Alex nodded. “Because they’re no longer aligned.” Melissa looked up sharply. “Elara and Sebastian?” “And Katherine,” Alex added quietly. Melissa hesitated. “That’s… a dangerous fracture.” Alex’s gaze hardened. “Fractures collapse structures.” “Or trigger retaliation,” Melissa warned.

“Taylor is my head of acquisitions. Very smart. Very capable. Usually.” “But not today?” “Today, she’s dealing with the fallout from a particularly hostile takeover,” Renzo said, his thumb drawing a slow, distracting circle on my leg. “She’s letting the personalities get to her. She needs to learn that in business, you don’t have to like someone to own them.”