Tangled In Tinsel Read Online Novels & Stories

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.

She didn’t even know when she ended up on the floor, or how her clothes had disappeared. It wasn’t until the cool, silky touch of the ribbons brushed against her skin that she snapped out of her daze—but it was far too late. The tiger already had her in its jaws—there was no escape now. So she gave up struggling, laying back on the sea of ribbons, peeking past the young master’s shoulder to watch the red strands descend like a net from the ceiling, enveloping the two of them. Tangled together in that passionate web, they were indistinguishable—like silkworms cocooning themselves in scarlet thread.

Hooking his fingers in the tie, he loosened it before taking it off, followed by his coat, and he undid the first three buttons of his shirt. "Can you hold this for me?" "Oh, sure," She took the coat and tie from him as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his veiny arms and the snake tattoo that was looped around his arm in a perfectly dangerous way. "Thanks," he said, taking his things back, and she blinked up at him. Her eyes faintly noticed ink on the right side of his chest, which was slightly visible, and she quickly averted her gaze. Innessa noticed how everyone was practically gaping at her like she was an alien. Their gazes made her self-conscious all of a sudden.

*TEMS—PENTHOUSE* It was nighttime already, and Tinsely is still stuck on the bed, tears were slowly running down her face. She was struggling weakly against the restraints that held her in place, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for not giving Lorenzo a chance to explain himself. If only she had, she wouldn't be in this mess. She said she loved him, but she didn't trust him, and now she is paying for it. The room was silent and overwhelmed with her saddened heart, broken only by her soft whimpering. Just then, the door busted open, and Tinsely's heart raced as it skipped a beat.

Wolves gathered around it, eager to decorate. As they cut the twine, the branches sprang open with a rustling roar. The tree was enormous. Glorious. Regal. As tall as Marek in wolf form. My fingers tingled with the urge to make it better. I clasped my hands behind my back and tried to be normal. It did not last long. Because at that exact moment, the enchanted tinsel on the chandelier pulsed. A wave of frost rolled down its length, a ripple of magic I had not intended. It flowed across the ceiling like a glowing silver tide.

Chapter 1: Lace and Liquor The first mistake was wearing red. Not just any red—a blood-silk dress that clung to my hips like it knew all my secrets. I hadn’t meant to stand out at the company’s exclusive gala, but the boutique only had two sizes left. One too small, the other scandalously tight. Guess which I picked. The second mistake? Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux.

Secrets had a way of forming snares, and his had teeth. It would be cowardice, he thought later as he returned to the glow of his laptop, if not for the rational clauses he could spin for himself: there were things she didn’t need to see, complications she didn’t deserve. The fewer the variables, the cleaner the outcome. But decisions like that never felt clean. They left residue — a gritty, unpleasant sensation, like sand between the teeth.

‘Oh my God can he not do this’ I sighed I packed up for the day, signed out of work and went down to meet Felix I never thought I’d be in a position to buy more than five things from a store. But here I was with a million things (of course not a million) but I mean a whole lot of things and I was just so excited but also shocked. “Do you have this McQueen in silver” I asked the lady attending to me “Yes ma’am. We have it in almost all colors” she said “Pack all of the colors for her” I heard Felix say “What?! That’s absolutely not necessary, i just feel the silver will be really nice” I said trying to persuade him

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice