Tangled Scene Novels & Stories

The screen loaded for a second before it was filled with three familiar faces. Mica, looking smug as ever, her dark curls bouncing as she adjusted her camera. Cassie, already grinning like a gremlin. And Gladz, already rolling her eyes, clearly questioning why she answered the call in the first place. Can’t blame her. I feel the same. Cassie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. [“Oh my God, Mica! You’re alive? I thought you got kidnapped and sold off or something. It’s been two weeks!”]

I have never felt this horny before. Lance enters a double door that leads us to another room. It is much darker than the first and the music is more erotic. " This Is a sex dungeon. A lot of people come here for their first time." Cliff informs me and I stare ahead, completely taken aback. Ahead is a man tied to a cross and a lady is spanking him with a whip. The sound is scary and his screams are loud. I look at Lance and he is watching me. I don't know how to feel.

I could feel my muscles burning, my movements growing sluggish. The Tainted were closing in, their grotesque forms surrounding me. My mind raced. I could influence their movements, but the sheer number of them was overwhelming. I dodged a claw aimed at my face, my blade slicing through another’s abdomen. Blood sprayed, and I stumbled back, my foot catching on a loose rock. I fell, rolling to avoid a killing blow, and sprang back to my feet. My eyes darted around, seeking an escape, but the Tainted were everywhere. They moved as one, their eyes gleaming with hunger. My breaths were ragged, my strength waning.

Ohas thrashed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan held on. Tighter. Tighter. His jaw locked. With a vicious, monstrous twist, Ishaan ripped. Flesh tore. Ohas’ head didn’t fully detach—but it hung, twisted, half-severed, his body convulsing, the light in his yellow eyes fading. His body twitched. Then fell limp. Silence. Blood dripped from Ishaan’s fangs, his massive body trembling with fury. His breath came in ragged, seething hisses as he finally—finally—released Ohas' broken body.

This means,… I’m probably not his mate. “Nice to meet you, Tangle.” The long brown hair was braided down his back. Beads that matched Daine’s were tangled in the braid. Tangle was definantly more rugged than Daine, sporting calloused hands and a few day old stubble. His muscles were larger, his bow strapped across his chest even while he ate.

Heat started pooling around, and I shook my head. Not on heat. Won't be compelled by it. I almost stepped into the cardiovascular lecture room when I got crashed into. My books fell to the floor, and I almost hit the floor if Greg hadn't come in handy. I thought until I looked at who held me. I froze. A thousand and one thoughts flooded. The guy from the playhouse? Impossible. I looked again. The emerald green eyes. The masked biker. Now I was tensed, shaky, and unable to move or utter a single word.

Casper is about to leave, Brett appears in front of them. "Oh! More people are joining the party but the thing is, I am tired, so I need to rest, I need to end the party now." Brett pulled the trigger, Jane jumped to save Casper making the bullet go right into her tummy, Casper's eyes bulged as he saw Jane fall to the floor, nanny Emily screamed, she just can't hold it anymore

They did not have to wait long. As dusk and the rain fell simultaneously, the two young lovers huddled in the shadows with Mr. Deadmond’s binoculars, keeping close watch. Soon, pretty much on schedule, the Sallow Man had showed. In the last twilight glow of day they saw him start into the vacant lot, approaching their painting. Michelle gawked through her father’s binoculars, while Richard had to squint to see. They watched the tall, gaunt raggedy man as he walked toward the wall and right into the outermost circle of invisible shin-high string. Noise came as he spun and began to entangle himself; empty cans clattered, and Richard was sure he heard some of the bottles breaking. It was then t

The air whooshing around us, my hair whipping around, becoming a tangled mess. Images flash within my subconscious, the pictures flying past, only able to make out pieces here and there. A bloody, carnage filled battlefield, filled with men, both human and wolves. Villages burning to ash in the background, blankets the fallen in ash and soot. A woman fights, two men flanking her side, as she takes down her enemies.

Her eyes were closed as she rubbed her chest, moaning. “I want you, Chad.” He hadn’t expected her to state this sentence. Just then, Booyeong stood up and made his statement. “That’s enough. The celebration is over! Finish her off now!” “Yes, Master.” There were so many people around that Chad knew he would be overpowered. So he hid among them. Since he was dressed in black similarly to them, he went unnoticed for a long time. About eighteen men marched Jade’s wooden cage towards the cliff at the end of the camp.