Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

She leaned in with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed Suzanne. “So, do you still know how to act, or is the househelp gig working out better for you now that you’re back in the limelight?” Elisa taunted, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of mockery and jealousy. The few actors who had gathered in the lobby snickered at her remark, some glancing nervously at Suzanne, while others tried to mask their discomfort by pretending not to care.

“And now I’m trapped in a web of bigger ones. If we don’t expose the truth, I’ll always be the replacement who stayed silent to protect her captors. I can’t live like that.” Cassian crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly despite the anger between them. “I know. I know it’s unfair. But giving me time to figure this out isn’t the same as protecting them. I’m trying to choose you. Every day. Even when it’s hard.” The embrace was fierce, almost desperate. He kissed her then deep and possessive, pouring his conflict and want into it. Elena kissed him back, her hands fisting in his shirt, but when they broke apart, the moral dilemma still hung between them like a blade.

Simon was cured, and she simply shrugged. She walked closer to Eileen in her bed, and smiled evilly, "You stay close, Simon. Right there, there is something must say to you." then looking down t Eileen, she picked up her wounded hand and squeezed hard. Still smiling like an imp. Eileen wanted to shout in pain but bit back on her exclamation when she saw the stiff cold and ice in Isabella's eyes. She feared this woman, that was a certain fact. And that was enough for her to endure her pain silently, even when her eyes screamed with terror,

I pulled it open. * * * They were right there. Tiffany and her group were in the hall outside the principal's office. They were not even pretending to be somewhere else. They had been standing close to the door. Listening. Tiffany had her arms crossed and her chin up. When I walked out her eyes went straight to mine. "Miss Bennett," she said. She made my surname ugly. She drew it out slow and flat. "Two months. That must sting." One of the girls beside her covered her mouth and laughed.

When her eyes locked on mine, they sparked with mischief. "Buy me a drink?" she asked, leaning in, her perfume sultry and sweet-curling into my senses. "What's your poison?" "Surprise me." Her smile was sharp, her laugh light and flirtatious. She introduced herself as Elena, her hand brushing my arm casually. I played along like I always do, smiling at the right time, and nodded to stories about her life. It should have been enough. Always had been. But it wasn't. Her voice was fading to the hum of background noise as images of Artemis filled my head—her piercing stares, her stinging words, and her rare smiles. I could drink and drink, and it would not chase her ghost away.

The pain caused her body to convulse. Rob fumbled desperately to staunch the flow, his eyes wide with panic. "Call an ambulance, now! Do you even realize how serious this is? She is the richest woman, and you let an actress hurt her? Aren't you afraid she'll follow through and refuse to marry you after all?" Savannah's smile widened, cold and predatory. "If you love her that much, be a pair of love birds in hell!"

"And trust me, my other predation about the royal kid is also right. He is none other than Benjamin Cornell. He is back." "And I will kill him again, just like I killed his so-called mate again." I hissed, getting irritated by Selene’s plan of giving chances to those mates to complete their story that they failed to complete in their previous lives. My eyes went to Virgil, whose heartbeat increased when I mentioned killing ‘his mate again’. Benjamin’s mate was my little sister and the real queen.

It was as if the villa behind her had sucked out every drop of her life. She used to be a rose that once blazed crimson, but she'd been reduced to nothing but a single withered stem. Just then, the thrum of helicopter blades cut through the air. Simone looked up and saw a familiar face. He was Elvane's most elite scion? She reached out with the last of her strength. The man caught her hand, steady and sure. "Help me avenge my child and Thalia!" Hatred and anger flared in Simone's eyes. "I want him to pay. A life for a life!"

“‘I got cast in a reality show and I’m about to become famous’ big?” Mica wiggled her brows. [“Bigger.”] Cassie leaned even closer. [“Like, ‘found a sugar daddy’ big?”] Mica burst out laughing. [“No, you idiot!”] Gladz rolled her eyes. [“Then what? Just give us a hint or something.”] Mica only grinned, tight-lipped and smug. The three of us exchanged glances, silently reaching the same conclusion. [“Well, damn. Now we have to come,”] Cassie muttered, shaking her head. [“See you in an hour! We’ll pick you up, Eliana babe! Go get ready!”]

Eliza laughs, and nods. “Fair enough. I’m also straight, and taken.” She jerks a thumb over her shoulder to Simon who waves but doesn’t look up from his laptop. He pulls out a small box and turns it on, then continues typing for a bit. “Okay then. Shall we?” Celine nods, and shifts her staff to her side, and takes a defensive stance. George turns to watch,