Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

Simone's pov I looked side by side to see James and Jason, the Franklin twins, holding me on either side of my arms, and I winced as their grip tightened when they held me back from moving. "Let go of me! Let me go now!" I yelled, kicked and trashed about violently, and I trashed about more furiously when I watched Dave open a rest room cubicle and upturned my backpack. Tears filled my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from the fact that my hands were aching from being held too tightly by the JERKlin twins or from seeing my own books, weeks of homework and years of work, falling into the toilet.

“Why would we be immoral?” Ponce’s smirk widened, his tone dripping with malice. “Because Jaime and Celia are married. That makes you and Ainara step siblings. And when the world sees those photographs, they will see nothing but scandal. Incest. Immorality. The Del Carmen Empire will collapse under the weight of your shame.” Celia’s face went pale, her hands trembling against the table. Santino’s eyes widened, fury flashing across his features. Jaime’s jaw tightened, his silence heavy, his gaze locked on Ponce.

No, who do we have here? “I am sorry for badging in,” the goddess speaks, stretching her hand to me. A handshake? That means she means well? I have nothing to worry about. I start stretching my hand to shake hers, but that was until she spoke again, “Lina Marie Adriano!” My hand gets hooked in the iar by some magic, and my eyes meet hers in a confused and shocked eye challenge. Lina? Lina Marie Adriano?

She is not as harmful as she thinks she is. I briefly wondered what that meant, but I was too distracted by the haunting memories of the nightmare. “Is that all?” I asked, my body itching to distract myself with exercise. ‘No. Good news. We just received a file identification concerning one of the people involved in TI’s organ trafficking ring.’ “Who?” My stomach twisted. “Darius Thorne?” ‘No. It's a man named Simone Elias.’ “Elias?” The fucking idiot who tried to deafen me?

he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment and shame colouring his features. Camden gasped dramatically in mock horror. "Twelve?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she clutched at imaginary pearls around her neck. "How will I ever compete with these twelve women from your past? How can I, your true mate as bestowed upon you by the Moon Goddess herself, possibly compete with these twelve random women who seem to have no place in your current life?" She leaned back against Clayton's shoulder pretending to faint.

I wished her extensions would rip out from her ginger hair as she playfully twirls the luscious strands. Brianna was the head cheerleader of Hellcats, our supposedly cheerleading team, and was also our class president. There was little Brianna Gomez couldn't do. She was the epitome of perfection. And she was a girl who got everything she wants. Seeing her nearly on top of Kade's thigh gave the huge indication that she wanted him. My fingers push into the bread until I could feel the tomato and lettuce. "Okay something is definitely off-" Colby cuts his own sentence as he whirls around and murmurs out an. "oh."

“You humiliated me in public, tried to kill me in private… do you think I won’t return the favor?” Her smirk faltered. I reached her, grabbed a fistful of her silky hair, yanking her head back so sharply she yelped. My other hand locked around her wrist, shoving her toward the edge of the stairs until her body teetered, hanging, her knuckles white on the railing. She screamed. “Elena! Graham will kill you! I’m pregnant… you lunatic!” I leaned close, eyes blazing, hand pushing just enough to make her dangle. “Then maybe you should’ve thought of that before trying to murder me.”

Dev finally said, astonishment laced in his tone. There was a beat of silence before Samir hummed, stepping up beside Rian and placing his elbow on his shoulder. "Yes... but without the breasts." Aarav, the eldest, turned his sharp gaze toward Ishaan, his mind already moving past the shock and into the reality of their situation. He folded his arms, his brows furrowing as he asked, "Tell us what you know, Ishaan. About the pendant—about the Cursed. If you know anything, now’s the time to say it."

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.