Tangled In Tinsel Novels & Stories

“I almost forgot.” Inside was a delicate corsage, white roses accented with baby’s breath and tied with a shimmering blue ribbon that perfectly matched Tiffany’s dress. “It’s beautiful,” Tiffany breathed, her heart swelling. She held out her wrist, watching as Jacob carefully tied the corsage around it. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver up her arm.

Lose you to love me by Selena Gomez blasts from the speakers in the car and it just makes me feel like screaming. I grasp the neck of the bottle and I bring it to my lips, chugging and coughing out the painful heat it brews down my throat. What am I doing? I hate alcohol. I break out in more tears, yanking the necklace from around my neck, I stare at the beautiful star necklace, my chest squeezes and I throw it somewhere around the car, sobbing. I shift my eyes back to the road. Shit. I'm in the other lane, there's a car coming in front of me, honking.

SLOANE By the second week of December, Eastlake High had discovered the concept of a Winter Formal and immediately devolved into a glitter-laced hostage situation. The hallways were suffocating under a blanket of silver snowflakes, blue streamers, and posters advertising *MIDNIGHT FROST* in curling white script. It looked less like a dance invitation and more like a high-budget deodorant commercial. Someone had wrapped the athletic trophy case in fake plastic icicles. Someone else had arranged battery-operated candles around the front office until Mrs. Keller from attendance nearly had a coronary, shouting, “Absolutely not! This is an educational institution, not a séance.”

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

Sable By the next afternoon, the clubhouse looked like Christmas had collided headfirst with a biker bar. Boxes of decorations had been dragged down from storage—some old and mismatched, some surprisingly tasteful, some looking like they had survived three wars and at least one bar fight. Tinsel hung from rafters beside lengths of chain. White lights were being wound around support beams. Somebody had jammed a Santa hat over the mounted longhorn skull above the fireplace, and no one seemed inclined to remove it.

I added a subtle sparkle to my hair by using some hair accessories. I was trying to strike a balance between looking good and not overdoing it. I wanted to look like myself, not some artificial version of me. Finally, it was time to put on the dress I had gotten earlier. I slipped on my heels and grabbed my clutch. As I made my way downstairs, the sound of my heels clicking against the hardwood floors echoed through the empty hallway, making me feel nervous.

If she missed this Christmas, he would prepare a grander one next year and the following year and so on and so forth until he found her again. Christmas week rolled in and Tynan had presents stacked beneath a very hastily purchased Christmas tree. He wasn't the best at putting up the tree decorations so it looked slightly lopsided. If Laura was here, she might have done a better job. The star at the top of the tree looked wonky but that could be Tynan's imagination. He wrapped some tinsel around the tree and wondered if he was doing this right. He chose pink tinsels hoping that it would flatter Laura but it looked wrong on the tree for some reason. There may or may not be too much pink tinse

Snow clings to everything like an unwelcome guest, a last reminder of the wild night. There’s an eager buzz in the air, almost like we’re all in on a secret mission to restore the magic. It’s a bit like a giant jigsaw puzzle. But half the pieces are hiding. The town was a mess—broken and scattered like my thoughts. And just like the decorations, I wasn’t sure where the pieces of the truth are anymore. I’ve spent the last few hours on hard work, hoping it would distract me. Distract me from the chaos since the necklace appeared on my doorstep.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The ballroom sparkled, a breathtaking display of beauty and a celebration of elegance. Crystal chandeliers, resembling constellations trapped in glass, filled the room with a gentle, golden glow, illuminating faces wrapped in luxurious silk and velvet. The air was alive with the sound of a live orchestra, their music dancing alongside the clink of glasses and the soft buzz of conversation. It was a realm of sophistication, where every detail whispered of wealth and privilege.

“Oh, Alpha Mars, did you not receive the note about the tux dress code?” “Guess I missed that bit of information.” I lied. All of my friends roll their eyes. Hazel is wearing a shiny all-silver tassel fringe mini dress with a low-cut neckline that’s showing off her breasts and slim body. Reminds me of a disco ball. “Oh, and Happy Birthday.” I growl out as an afterthought.