Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

Survivors have scars, victims have graves. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| I felt the tension between us escalate as my fingers, almost instinctively, pinched her waist. She gasped, and in that moment, I seized the opportunity to deepen the connection. Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I explored the uncharted territory, a silent invitation to a dance of desire.

Another test, wrapped in domesticity. --- The next day, I dressed in a soft cream blouse and long skirt. I braided my hair the way Arrow liked. The living room was staged like a magazine spread — fresh flowers, tea service, biscuits arranged in a perfect circle. The woman from the foundation arrived at three. Her name was Clara; she was young, nervous, carrying a clipboard like a shield. Arrow played the charming host, shaking her hand, leading her to the sofa. I poured tea, smiled, answered questions. My voice was steady, my posture perfect.

The reality of having a woman tied to me again riled me up. I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed the number of my private investigator. He picked up almost immediately. "Sir," he said "I want you to run a background check on Isla. The girl with strawberry blonde hair that works in the Rhode's mansion," I ordered. "On it sir," I hung up immediately, he replied. With folded arms, I stared outside the window. I don't know how many hours I stood there. The heat of the sun that seeped through the window burnt my face.

I never thought that there could be a day I would be forced into this kind of situation. "Scout, watch your back," I muttered under my breath, pressing my fingers into the vanity. My jaw tightened. This wasn’t over. A makeup artist hovered nearby, shifting awkwardly. "These are your options," she said, gesturing toward a row of gowns. Her voice was careful, like she was afraid I might lash out. "You can choose a different one or wear what Ella picked." "Ella." The name felt weird in my mouth now, like it belonged to another life. Of course, they all knew. The whispers, the scandal,the wrong twin at the altar.

Whispers and murmurs filled the air around us. "She looked classy, but she's a thief." "Bet she stole it after pretending to say no. Fake modesty." "Pathetic. Ungrateful trash." I felt like my dignity had been crushed. I bit down hard on my lip. "It wasn't me. We can check the surveillance cameras!" Vanessa rushed to smooth things over. "Connor, teaching her a lesson is enough. Don't blow it up. It won't be good for her." Connor smiled apologetically. "Let me talk to Selena in private."

“I forgot. There’s just be‍en a lot going on—Sadie woke up today. She’s bar‍ely talking. Sh⁠e ke⁠eps cal​ling someo‍ne’s nam‍e⁠—‌” “Is that really your excuse?” Isab​e‍l‌ cut in. Stefan frow‌ned. “Wha‌t d​o yo⁠u mean by th⁠at?” “What I mean,” she said sharply, “I’m preg​nant, Stefan.⁠ And you can‍’t ev⁠en​ remem​ber my favourite ice cream.”

I asked flatly. "The bouncer likes me." She twirls the polaroid. "Any man would fall for a cute blonde. And this ass." Simone shifts beside me, her eyes bouncing between us. She eyes are bored as her hands rest on her bare knee like she's watching reality TV. "What do you want, Elena?" "The same thing I've always wanted." She steps closer, heels clicking on the hardwood as she took in my unbuckled pants. "A story." I stand, towering over her by six inches. "There's no story."

I guessed he was gay. "I am Alexis. "Alexis stretched his hands . "I am Jean ." Both shook their hands and shared a flirting smile. It was easy to see, they were both whores in their respective gender and I was the odd one out. Alexis appeared to in a deep flirting conversation with Jane, I eavesdropped a lot of X - rated words from their conversation I shouldn't voice out. Already his hands were already in her naked thighs and i could see it rising up slowly, Jane appeared not to mind and so I didn't as well and as for Alexis I could trust the expression he had on his face without looking.

“Hello? Simone?” “Hey, it’s Jonathan again. Long story short, Simone was detained earlier while shopping.” “Detained? Why? Was it because she had my credit card?” “Anthony, I need to tell you something, and you won’t like it.” “Jonathan, my patience—” “Simone was shopping with Nori at Eliza’s boutique and Eliza…fuck…um…Eliza accosted Simone.” “Eliza, your ex? That Eliza?”

"Don Lanzi, rest assured. I'll convince her. I won't let anything jeopardize this marriage!" Refusing to accept it, Noemi suddenly broke free from the guards and lunged forward, clutching Simone's pant leg tightly. Tears blurred her vision as she rasped, "Simone, you love me! You protected me and did so much for me. How could you do this to me?" Simone looked down at her without any expression. "The woman I love is Tania, the kind soul who helped children in the slums five years ago. My kindness to you was nothing more than a case of mistaken identity. I mistook a devil for an angel."