Tangled Double Trouble Novels & Stories

When I looked into the mirror, I could see my protruding ribs and pallid skin. Even my in-laws advised me to abort the pup, forget about Andre, and start a new life. They did not have the heart to see me suffer, but I turned down their suggestion without hesitation. "Do not bring that up again! Andre and I loved each other to bits. I will never erase his only bloodline in this world!" In the beginning, I was betrothed to Andre's younger twin brother, Easton. The night before our engagement, some hooligans abducted me and placed me in a house and set it on fire.

I saw Amanda's face drain of color as she clutched her chest and collapsed onto the couch. Jamie's face went pale as he rushed to shut off the equipment. The voices from the guests were crystal clear. "Oh my god! What is this? Isn't Connor engaged to someone else?" I felt the blood drain from my face. I never thought Connor would go this far. He didn't even care about exposing himself just to ruin me. "What on earth are you trying to do?" He stood up, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and started walking toward me.

Her sharp footsteps echoed through the grand hall, and anyone in her path wisely stepped aside. By the time she reached the stairs, her frustration had only grown. Somewhere deep down, she acknowledged that her anger was spiraling out of control, but she couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t just about Rachel anymore. It was about everything—about the sheer unfairness of it all. The double standards she had to live with, the expectations placed on her shoulders, the inability to even take a breath without someone needing something from her.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

"Triple trouble." She was right. It was triple trouble. The aunt who stalked us. The cousin who hated me. And now, the school was involved. I turned my head slowly. I forced myself to look across the room. I needed to see the threat. I needed to know what I was dealing with.

Halfway across, the ground shattered. The glass exploded upward, each fragment becoming a weaponized version of our reflections. My mirrored puppet lunged at me, strings whipping like blades. Madison’s fractured shadows swarmed toward her, whispering with her own voice. Ian’s monstrous double cackled, fire blazing in its eyes. Vera’s broken double crawled toward her, dragging her down by the ankles. Stepbrother’s splintered twin moved in jerks, glitching with static, every crack glowing red. We fought not enemies, but the worst versions of ourselves.

Tangle chuckled, stabbing his fork in one of the honey coated flowers on his plate. “We haven’t mated yet, as you can see,” Daine pulled down his shirt, showing a clean shoulder. I cocked my head to the side, not understanding the meaning. Tangle again elbowed Daine, who squealed. '“It’s because Tangle was a bit of a horn dog. I want to make sure he was serious that he wanted me because I obviously waited for my mate!” Tangle’s eyes softened. Regret filled him as he heard Daine spill their entire relationship to me.

The couple stood outside their apartment in each other's arms and watched the Duo drive out of sight. "That is a wrong Route" Helma said almost yelling at Donald who has taken a weird right turn. Donald smirked and drove faster. Helma stared at Donald scared. She yelled continuously at his reckless driving and nagged bitterly when he paid deft ears to all she has to say. Donald slowly packed in a closed road. "Were you frightened? Or scared I would have you kidnapped?" Donald teased touching her nose.

Everyone speculates what my destiny would be, but no one would know for sure just yet. [Okay, everyone.] The voice of Alpha Blue rings into my mind, and I stop, ducking just in time for Leo to crash into his father’s side. The Alpha gives the both of us a pointed look. There is a reason we are called “Double Trouble” in the pack. Somehow the two of us would get into trouble in multiple ways. Sometimes we would crash into higher-ranking wolves when being chased by one another. Other times, we would wreck a gathering without meaning to. But most of the time, we had a blast pranking Alpha Blue, my father, and the high-ranking wolves when they least expect it

“Possibly. It must have some kind of setting that I don’t know about. I can’t work out how to turn it off.” “What do you mean?” “Do you remember how there was some kind of filter that obscured the guys who were doing the torture?” “Yeah, made them all blurred and shadowy, have you worked out how to do that?” “Not yet, but that’s how Melissa came out on the film. Everything else in the frame is perfectly in focus, all apart from her. There’s even a moment when it looks like there’s been a double exposure.” “A double exposure?” “Yeah, like there’s someone else in the shot, like Melissa’s been superimposed onto another woman, it’s only for a couple of frames but it’s totally inexplicable. Never