Tangled In Tinsel Novels & Stories

Dorian reached beneath her veil and whispered, “I vow to follow your darkness.” Then kissed her slow, possessive, bruising and when they turned toward the altar crowd again, their joined hands gleamed not with rings but with matching tattoos inked over their fingers: “Veritas.” Truth. As applause rose, the chandelier above them flickered once. Then shattered. Glass shards rained over the crowd. And a scream tore the air from the back of the hall. The chandelier crash was deafening. Shards pinged against marble. A woman screamed again this time closer. Then chaos bloomed: guests scattering, masks dropped, security surged forward in black suits with glowing earpieces.

“Decorating. Hell. Basically decorating hell.” One of the young warriors held up a long, sparkly, silver thing. “Aveline, do you want to help hang tinsel?” “Tinsel,” I repeated with awe. “Tinsel. What is tinsel.” The warrior blinked. “This.” He dangled the silver thing again. It shimmered beautifully, catching the light like thin strands of moon metal. My magic tingled in my palms. “It looks like tiny silver vines of power,” I whispered reverently.

VENUS It’s Christmas, and my room looks like it’s been taken over by festive chaos. Sid is standing on a chair, arms stretched as she tries to secure a string of warm fairy lights along the curtain rod, muttering under her breath every time one slips. I’m on the bed, wrapping silver tinsel around the headboard and taping it down before it can slide off again. Red and gold baubles hang from the lampshade, clinking softly whenever Sid bumps into it, which is often.

The stakes were higher than ever, for within the confines of this extravagant affair lay the potential to unravel secrets and expose hidden truths. On the eve of the momentous event, the mansion underwent a breathtaking transformation. Every nook and cranny was adorned with opulent decorations, weaving an enchanting tapestry of color and elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast cascades of light, illuminating the grand halls with a celestial glow. The walls were draped in luxurious fabrics, their rich textures evoking a sense of decadence and mystique.

The arch seems to say, 'This love, like the enchanted rose, will defy time. As we step onto the cobblestone path, I notice it's lined with ornate lanterns reminiscent of "Tangled," each glowing softly and sending luminescent waves cascading across the petals that carpet the ground. Every now and then, a lantern takes to the sky, as if Rapunzel herself set it afloat. It feels like the lights are whispering secrets to the stars above, singing a celestial lullaby that hums, 'Dreams do come true.' The trees surrounding the path are adorned with decorations that pay homage to multiple worlds—glass slippers dangle from branches in subtle reference to Cinderella, while little wooden carvings of Sim

Starlight. I had only been there once—and even then, I never went inside. Ariel always told me wild stories about it. The parties. The people. The chaos. All in the hopes of convincing me to wear one of her tiny dresses and join her. I never had the energy. George Corporation had drained me so completely that sleep became my only hobby. When the taxi dropped me off, I clutched my bag to my chest and called her. She answered immediately. “Are you here?”

Tamsin smiles softly. "You won't be alone." And somehow that makes the entire thing feel a little less overwhelming. Eventually Tara wins. After three dresses, two arguments, and one near wardrobe malfunction, I'm standing in the middle of the room wearing the silver one. The fabric falls around me like liquid moonlight. Soft. Light. Almost glowing. The neckline is simple and elegant, leaving my shoulders bare while delicate silver embroidery catches the light every time I move. I stare at myself in the mirror. "...Oh."

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his tongue flicked out sliding over his lips. "I'm not," he assured me. "You are! Just tell me! We can watch it tonight then!," I exclaimed. "Fine," he said before he mumbled something. "I didn't catch that," I said with a smirk. "Tangled." I bit my lip to hold in my laughter but failed as I doubled over, attempting to catch some air. "You! The big bad mafia king watched Tangled!" I almost died. He narrowed his eyes at me. "We're watching it tonight, like you promised.

Being accused of taking drugs messed with a person's reputation, but he couldn't help himself. Tessy rolled her eyes inside her mask and wished he could see the frown in her face. Blaze always made things quite difficult, always asking a lot of annoying questions and when she stretched out a hand for the money, she wasn't surprised when he just looked at her face and laughed out.

Jane whistled when she saw me as I have a spin . "I guess someone is getting fucked today ."She joked. "You are a crazy bitch."I laughed before picking my bag. "Can we go?" *** The colored twinkling lights, loud blasting music, the stench of liquors and cigarettes filled the air creating the perfect atmosphere for the eventful night about to come. Most of the other ladies had high heels and short dresses as myself, unlike them I was self conscious and each step I took came with me trying to pull the dress a bit beyond the back of my ass I felt was in display.