Tangled Scene Novels & Stories

she corrected, her voice brimming with happiness. In a sudden shift of focus, Camden sat up, her curiosity piqued as she maneuvered Clayton onto his side. "Speaking of scars," she said as she gently traced a scar that ran from just under his shoulder blade down his side and over his ribs, "tell me about this one," she requested, her eyes searching his face. Clayton let out a sigh, his expression clouded with memories. "That is from a fight with another rogue," he admitted. Camden frowned sympathetically, her touch tender as she continued to trace the scar. "It looks like it was pretty bad," she remarked softly. "It was," Clayton acknowledged, his tone solemn. "I probably should have died. I

"The entire team is wrapping up the gear now! That single take was pristine!" "This structure is completely useless," I mutter, my brow furrowing deep into an angry knot. When two leads form a mate bond inside the old theater stories, aren't they supposed to share a blood-kiss scene? Why did this clumsy director not give my arms a single chance to even hold Franklin's small hand? What a stupid waste of sun-fragments! I feel a dark cloud settle over my inner wolf, and I turn to the crew with a grim glare. "Pack up the weapons and abandon this sector immediately since the presentation is over. Prepare the arena for tomorrow's work."

That wasn't an animal sound. There's no way Nina is still around. The lamp suddenly turned on. Missing a step, I staggered backward that I almost fell on my butt. The glass slipped, shattering on the floor. "Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," her annoying voice boomed. I gritted my teeth. My knuckles cracked because of how tight I clenched my hands. I was trying to control myself. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I seethed.

She got dressed and left the room in a hurry, immediately Andrea walked into the room but couldn't find the lady he was with last night, he left her to go settle some work issues but came back to an empty room, He looked around to be sure she was gone but the spotted blood stain on the bed caught his attention, he stared at it for a while and turned to leave, his attention was drawn to a sparking silver bracelet with heart shape design in the middle with a capital letter G and A engulfed on it, close to the bedside, he picked it up, “this must belong to the lady but where could she be" He stormed out of the room, with four-bodied men waiting at the door, all in black tuxedos, fully armed, He

“O’Malley thinks there’s time for us to shoot one more scene before you leave. We’re gonna need Myra, Bianca, and…Sophia for the scene.” “What scene is this?” Sophia asked, pulling her hair out of the ponytail. Tami flipped through the file in her hand. “Scene 45, Kaylon attacks Amelie, and Amber defends her.” I ran through the scene in my head. My heart skipped a beat,“That’s a fight scene…” Tami shrugged nonchalantly, “you throw some dishes around, knock a few shelves, torn clothes, you fall a little bit- it’s hardly a fight.”

They get back into their positions and the curtains open again. Winter I comes in and in a trice, things turn for the worst. The tensions have blown over, and the fir and flowers charge toward the bare trees. The quarrel causes the collapse of the copse. Fearful forest fairies try running away from the display. But it is too late. Andrew gets caught and throws a red ribbon before falling. I watch in suspense as the forest breaks out into a dance of violent grace. They attack one other and the light begin changing to green, blue, and red. The splatter of war is very evident on the stage as they pull out the red ribbons before falling to the ground. Winter I ends with everyone (except for Mari

Alpha Bambam “What’s a pretty damsel like you doing out here alone at this unholy hour?” I asked, my eyes scanning the little beauty before me. She looked so fragile, and I didn’t know if it was the dim light cast on me or the fact that I was already close to being drunk. “I figured I’m standing in your way. Maybe I should…” “Shh…” I stopped her before she could finish. “How about I lead you in myself? You look so worn out already.”

It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Marcus had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Tess found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

"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.

Why am I making a mess out of the situation when I’m meant to be at attention for the men who assured me that they would strive to live? Right now, I shouldn’t be crying. How would I drive when they show up if my sight is covered with tears? Those questions and thoughts were all it took to compel my body out of the trance it was in. I brought my shaky hands to my face and wiped my tears off till my sight was fairly clear. A sniffle followed all of that and I returned my gaze to the direction it was meant to be focused on. But my sight was blocked. By the tallness of… Alessandro.