Tangled Plot Novels & Stories

I can't believe my only means of transport just bailed on me. Since the car is old, the engine has been failing lately. The mechanic last time said I should fix a new one or I can kiss the old metal can as he called it goodbye. Guess today is the day I kiss it goodbye? After a series of curses,i collect my purse and the fucking contract and step down. I make a short call to the trolling company. I don't think a company as prestigious as Monroe Inc. would want such an eyesore stuck outside the company building. I hail a cab and give the driver the drop off location before closing my eyes.

I was doubtful of what my life was going to be;should I take the offer,marry this stranger and someone I don’t know and my life become better or I should say a hard ‘no’ to it and continue to struggle to make ends meet and keep my dignity with it. Two days passed by so fast and I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone not even my mom or Claire neither had I made my decision and my phone had been ringing. Claire noticed how unsettled I was acting “you’ve been acting weird for some days now are you okay?” She asked with concern.

"I'm not sure what to make of that," Camden admitted, a little confused and uncomfortable. "It scares me a little, if I'm being honest." "I'm also not sure what it's supposed to mean," Clayton said, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe it's nothing. Just a coincidence." Camden's eyes darted back to the tattoo, gently tracing the delicate script with her finger. "Maybe," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence."

My stomach twisted. Part of me was curious, drawn to the layers of strategy he had hidden so well. I lifted one of the files, and my heart nearly stopped. There were notes, names, dates, connections. He’d been watching, keeping track of everyone and everything. And somehow, I hadn’t suspected a thing. How could I have been so blind? Suddenly, the front door creaked open. My head snapped toward it, and panic shot through me. My hands flew, scrambling to put everything back in place, stack the papers neatly, and make it look like I’d never touched a thing.

I rubbed the back of my neck. I had people watching Tiffany . Nothing conclusive yet. She was connected to this — Claire ending up in her group after the fact was not coincidence — but connection wasn't enough. I needed the order. I needed whoever decided that Hazel was a target worth going after with a drugged drink and a planted girl and a plan to move her somewhere. The fact that I had gotten there before that somewhere was reached was the only reason I was sitting on this couch thinking calmly instead of doing something considerably less calm.

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Paper covers rock, which means he lost to me. "Yay! I won, I get to choose" I did a little happy dance to show my excitement. "What are you 5?" Ralph scoffed, clearly not happy about his loss. "Sulk it in bro", Connor laughed. I selected Purpleheart on N*****x, and we were all set to watch the movie. 30 minutes into the movie, we heard the door slam open. We turned to see who it was, it was Mr Harper, he was fuming with anger.

All alliances failed the same way. Not with betrayal. But with realization. Sebastian Sebastian had always believed that Elara Wainwright Carter mistook patience for loyalty. That misunderstanding had served him—until now. He sat in the back seat of his car as it moved through the city, glass darkened, sound muted. His tablet glowed softly in his lap, displaying financial projections tied to Knight Enterprises’ secondary logistics network. Someone had interfered. Not enough to cause damage. Enough to leave fingerprints.

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.