Tangled In Tinsel Read Online Novels & Stories

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.

I eyed the golden watch on the table, pretending to be interested in something else while inching closer to the table. I knew it was wrong to steal but I couldn’t help it. I was hungry and I didn’t want to die. I couldn't afford to hesitate. I moved closer, each step calculated. Something in my head whispered caution, but hunger roared just a little louder. I could nearly hear the eulogy now: Artemis Vincent, dead at 22 because she was too virtuous to swipe a watch left behind by some rich guy.

The hut was warm, carrying the faint scent of burnt herbs and whatever incense Ishaan had lit the night before. Ashwin was sprawled out on the bed like a discarded offering, his green tail stretched lazily across the soft nest of blankets, still sluggish from—well, from being absolutely ruined. Unfortunately for him, he was not alone. Two other tails—one a deep, shimmery purple, the other a bright, fire-kissed orange—were tangled up with his own.

But my gift has other plans. The tethers are everywhere. Dozens of them, maybe more. Each one a thread of energy snaking through the air, shimmering in unnatural colours. Some are soft and pale, faintly flickering, but others are harsh and vibrant. They dart like lightning bolts. They twist around strangers as they walk past me, coiling around bond groups holding hands, tangle through children laughing and crying and screaming.

Shiny with leftover slick that hadn’t dried from the bathroom floor. I couldn’t even look at my own eyes. They looked fucked. Hungry. Destroyed. Tasha grabbed the mesh dress from the bed and stepped up behind me. “Arms up.” I obeyed. She slipped it over my head. Pulled it down my body inch by inch, smoothing it over my curves. The mesh clung like it was painted on. Every curve. Every nipple. Every twitch of my hips. The velvet straps cupped my tits without covering them. The material dragged along my waist, pulled tight across my hips, and stopped just barely over the swell of my cunt.

She straightened, tugging her skirt back into place, smoothing her blouse, reclaiming the mask of order. Her desk looked the same, her office immaculate, her reflection in the glass composed once more. But inside, she was undone. She had crossed a line with Tristan Cross she didn't even know existed. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t blur it anymore.

"What's so mysterious?" I reached out and lifted the lid. Nestled inside was an exquisite suit. Under the sunlight streaming through the windows, every thread shimmered with an ever-shifting rainbow of colors, and countless micro-diamonds were meticulously embedded into every seam and detail. My breath caught in my throat. I had genuinely believed that the billion-dollar custom tuxedo I had commissioned was the pinnacle of luxury and elegance, but compared to the masterpiece before me, it suddenly looked dull and utterly outclassed.

He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit. “Spread wider, baby. Show me everything.” I hooked my knees over my elbows, opening myself completely. Cool air and warm firelight kissed my soaked folds. He groaned. “Fuck. Look at that creamy little cunt. It's already ruined but it's still begging for more.” He didn’t dive in right away. Instead he reached for the golden tinsel around his neck, unwound it slowly, and trailed the cool metallic strands over my nipples. “Ahh…” I gasped at the contrast of the soft fire-warmed skin, and cold tinsel dragging acr

Why is my life suddenly thrown into chaos? I pace around in my closet, chewing my nails. Everything is in place. The officers didn't touch a surface in here, it seems. Under the glimmering light of the chandelier, my eyes spot a small red box with a delicate bow. It's strange. I don't remember getting any jewellery. It stands out amongst the clear resin holders on which I store my pieces. I inch towards it with trembling hands. Did someone really invade my space? Touched my personal belongings? The thought causes my breath to hitch.

She gave it a small jingle, giggling like a child when the sound rang throughout the room, Holly chuckled despite shruggling with a long piece of tinsel. Sapphire watched in amusement as Holly tried to untangle herself from what was actually three lengths of tinsel. Holly yelped when she tripped and ended up in a heap on the floor, grumbling as she untangled herself. Sapphire burst out laughing right as the cousins came in, both with their coats scrunched up in their arms. "A little help?" Lydia asked, confused while watching Sapphire help Holly out of a mess of pink tinsel on the floor. Holly kicked the tinsel away and glared half-heartedly at her still laughing sister.