Tangled Now I See The Light Novels & Stories

For the first time, the figure hesitated. Jamal exhaled shakily. “We will get out of here together.” The darkness shifted violently. A rumble rolled under our feet. The ground opened. Jamal grabbed me by the waist. “Melissa, hold on.” “I am holding,” I said. The other me raised a hand. A ring of gold light spun outward, fast and sharp. Jamal pushed me behind him. The light sliced the air and wrapped around him like a tightening rope. He gasped.

“Tаkе уоur tор off for mе, Cаrrіе. Do it now.” I dо it. I’m nearly nаkеd. I resist the urgе tо соvеr myself. Thе lіghtіng іn thе room іѕ tоо bright, and I’m sure it’s not as fоrgіvіng as I wаnt іt tо bе.

I wouldn't- Suddenly there was a shattering sound of sirens zapping through the air and my heart leapt. Juliet stilled, eyes growing distant as though she was in some sort of trance. " No," she whispered in disbelief just as blue and red lights dance behind her back from the small broken window. The glow of the lights seem to snap her out of the daze because the wildness in her eyes returns. " No, no, no!" she yells, pacing the floor in front of me. She was like a wild animal who got trapped in a cage.

Jamie's eyes lit up when he saw me, but as he stepped closer and noticed the red slap mark on my face, the spark instantly faded. A violent storm brewed in his gaze. "Who did this?" he asked. I shook my head wearily. "Don't ask, okay?" A flash of coldness passed through his eyes, but he forced a smile. "Got time? Come with me. I'll take you somewhere that'll make you forget everything." I nodded without thinking.

he whispered, the words sounding like a cry for help rather than a promise. Liora turned away, giving them space. Her own hands trembled slightly. She looked at her palm; the dark scar was still there, but now a tiny pink light swirled inside it, like a trapped spark. The white light in her chest felt calm and happy, like it enjoyed eating the pink light. That thought made her feel sick.

“You do not own me!” With every fiber of my being, a deep-rooted strength surged forth within me. I could feel the connection with my brothers—our bond fortified against the darkness of the past. “I sever these ties! I renounce you!” As if responding to my declaration, the storm amplified, the winds howling in turbulent harmony with my defiance. The light surrounding us brightened, illuminating the grove with an ethereal glow, pushing the shadows away. I saw Morgan’s form flickering, momentarily frail against the brightness of our collective will.

"We'll bring them down and put an end to their twisted alliance." Luka's fingers intertwined with Light's, their connection a testament to the bonds they had forged through countless trials. "Together, Light. No matter the odds, we'll prevail." The room was shrouded in the promise of their shared purpose, their resolve a beacon amidst the shadows that sought to engulf them. In a world defined by deception and treachery, Light and Luka would navigate the darkness, their path forged by their unbreakable bond and their relentless pursuit of justice.

Light spiraled up from the earth. It wrapped around my ankles like a soft chain. I looked at Kairos, heart racing. “This time,” I whispered, “I do not think I have a choice.” “Kairos,” I said as the light pulled me forward, “I am being taken.”

LYLA'S P.O.V I woke up with a baggage of past yesterday's, hefty melancholy fogs my heart's Chambers. My mind doesn't want to open its doors. I rub my eyes to tell myself— it starts again. The cycle of days I kept paddling. I wrap my quilt with little unease. Looks like my arms lack vigor. My heart's allied with my body, both disheartened with fate’s conspiracy. Should I tell myself to change my perspective? Can I dig into my past?

He took hold of my shoulders, gazing into my eyes with a soothing tone. I stared, my mind blank. "Deep breaths." He suggested, nodding gently for me to follow. I anxiously inhaled a deep breath, exhaling. Then, he surprised me by saying, "Think about...cotton candy." I almost chuckle at his unexpected suggestion. "Cotton candy?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. He shrugged, releasing my shoulders. "Okay. Cotton candy..." I whispered, taking a moment. "Paul, I think we're ready." Justin assured. Mr. Paul nodded, aiming the camera at us. I turned to look at Justin, feeling a sense of anticipation building.