Tangled Parents Novels & Stories

It was a scanned copy of a handwritten ledger, and the neat, precise script at the bottom belonged unmistakably to my father, Arthur Woods. *“Collateral cleared. The asset has been neutralized to secure the Sterling-Woods consolidation.”* He hadn't been a bystander. He had funded the hit. He had paid for the execution of the innocent girl whose ghost had driven Caspian to the brink of madness, all to protect the profit margins of a corporate empire. My entire life—my grief for my father, my hatred of Hector, my desperate struggle to protect the Woods legacy—was built on a foundation of blood and lies.

The journal lay open on the silk sheets, its faded ink a testament to a love and betrayal that had twisted lives, shattered empires, and ultimately, brought Amara to this gilded cage. The horrifying truth about her mother, Isabella, and her father, Lorenzo, gnawed at Amara’s insides, a corrosive acid dissolving everything she thought she knew. Her parents were not the simple, flawed individuals she had perceived. They were players in a deadly game, their choices reverberating through two decades to ensnare her.

I wiped my tears, and pasted a smile on my face. “Lisa, why are you still up?” Dad asked. I turned around, hoping that they couldn’t see my tears in this darkness, “I was watching Tangled.” “The movie looks like it’s over,” Mom commented. “Just got over,” I said, “I was just going to turn off the TV.” “Go to bed, honey,” Dad said, “I’ll turn off the TV and check everything. Goodnight.”

Instantly, she shook her head as she guessed that Blaze had once again showed his lack of ingenuity with such an ordinary name for a beautiful building. The man in front of Tessy noisily cleared his throat, in order to gain the attention of the girl who was now admiring the lobby. While he enjoyed taking new tenants on tours around the condo, he wasn't in the mood for it that evening. He was eager to go home and meet his mother, who had developed cancer and needed to be taken care of. Meanwhile, Tessy seemed to regain herself and handed him a red card. "I'm here to see Blaze. Blaze Colt."

Severin glanced at the two siblings and asked concernedly. The young man smiled bitterly and said to Severin, "Do you need something from us? My name is Tara, and this is my sister, Lina. Our parents went to a dangerous area two years ago to search for spiritual herbs, but they never came back after that. Some people told us that our parents are dead, but I believe they're still alive. Perhaps they'll come back one day." "What's the name of that dangerous place your parents went to?" Sofia felt a bit of sympathy when she heard what the teens said. After all, they were both still young, and it was not easy for them to survive.

A familiar sight from her shared memories with me. The scene shifted to when the parents were in the garden. Suddenly, chaos exploded. A loud bang echoed, signalling an attack on their pack. "Tala!" Both parents exclaimed as chaos erupted. Tala, with her teacher, was away from them. "I will go and get her. Wait for me," the father pleaded with his heavily pregnant wife. Before he could return, intruders infiltrated the castle, unleashing destruction and death. Waiting desperately, the mother encountered the attackers. Forced to flee, she followed a secret tunnel leading to the forest.

he answered truthfully. Camden reached out and held her hand over his as it rested on the gear stick. "I'm sorry babe... I can't even imagine how tough that must be. I probably sound like a total asshole because here I am with both parents alive and well, but I'm not even grateful about it. I'm sorry... Maybe..." but Clayton cut in, interrupting her words, "No, don't be sorry. You may have your parents, but like you say, what your father did was unforgivable. Sometimes blood doesn't mean much and the family we choose is more valuable than the family we're born into," Clayton explained, his eyes still betraying a lingering sadness at the thought of his own faceless family. Camden nodded in ag

She could lose herself in the world of fiction, surrounded by stories and adventures that would help her heal from the pain of the past few weeks. As she carefully placed a framed picture of her parents on top of her suitcase, a pang of loneliness struck her. As an only child who had lost both her parents within a few years of each other, Lila had always craved a close-knit family. James, for a brief time, had filled the void. But Annabelle’s unwavering support had shown Lila that true family wasn’t necessarily bound by blood. Annabelle, with her fierce protectiveness, had become the closest thing to family Lila had.

“It means any child born outside wedlock is automatically barred unless proven otherwise—by blood and by name.” Dominic’s jaw clenched. “So you’re admitting I’m Jonas’ son, but trying to invalidate it because my parents weren’t married?” “Not trying. Doing.” Malcolm nodded to the lawyers. “We have the clause. We have precedent. And unless you can provide legal evidence of a registered heirship, the board will reject your claim.” Lana stepped forward. “You forged documents to protect your rule. What makes you think anyone will believe this isn’t another?” Malcolm laughed. “Because unlike you two, I still own the loyalty of half this building.”

I reached for his hand without thinking, my fingers wrapping around his warm, steady grip. “Thane,” I whispered, “I could never see you any differently. I squeezed his hands the more. “You can tell me,” I said gently, steadying my voice. “Whatever it is, I want to know.” Thane exhaled, his shoulders drooping, as though he’d been carrying this weight forever. “My parents…” he began, staring at the floor. “They both are… going through some things. It’s… it’s not pleasant to talk about.”