Tangled Series Varian Novels & Stories

“But if anything happens to you because of my family’s sins…” “It won’t.” She kissed him again, harder, trying to seal the fear away. Their bodies remembered the night before, heat flaring instantly, but they held back. There was no time. They spent the morning building a plan. Cassian called in discreet favors private investigators who owed him, a security team loyal only to him, not Richard. Elena contacted an old friend from university who now worked in medical records, asking for subtle inquiries about Swiss facilities without raising alarms.

Kara POV. I freeze, my legs momentarily refusing to work . My breath hitches and my jaws clamp together. I don't turn back. I know that familiar voice all too well to try to confirm the monster standing behind me. " What? You don't want to see your beloved anymore?" Valentine asks, his voice filled with unconcealed mockery. My hands clench around the shopping bag in my arms. Slowly, I turn around and mask the fear gripping every living nerve of my body. I regard him with a forced glare.

I gripped the steering wheel harshly and wiggled around to get myself in check. "Took you long enough," Why did my voice come out so breathy? "It's that damn tie," He flicks the tie around his neck irritatedly. I took a quick peek at the said tie and almost laughed. It looked like he was trying to create an impossible knot. In other words, his tying skills were utter shit. "Here, let me help," I turn to him, gripping the tie to show him that I would help him fix the tie. To my surprise, he doesn't protest but turns to face me so I can fix it properly.

There is some mistake made somewhere', I yelled. He paled, or rather it was my imagination. He stuttered, 'Sister?' 'Yes. Now could you show me the picture?', I said, all energy draining after my outburst. He regained his posture and investigated his desks retrieving a file. 'Before I share the contents of this file, I need identification or proof, for what you claim to be', he stated calmly now. I showed him my identification, but he just shook his head saying, ‘You are the mistaken one miss. Your card says Anderson, and the victim's last name is Elliott', Relieved that it's sorted out.

onto Reid's, her eyes blazing with determination.The inauguration ceremony reached its climax. Ariella and Reid stood before the pack, their hands extended.Keeran raised a sacred dagger. "By the ancient laws, we seal the bond between Ariella, Lunar, and Reid, Alpha."Ariella's heart pounded in anticipation. This ritual would unite her with Reid, forging an unbreakable link.With a swift motion, Keeran made a small incision on Ariella's palm. Blood welled up, crimson and vibrant.Reid offered his palm, and Keeran repeated the gesture. Their blood mingled, a symbol of unity.Elara stepped forward, holding a delicate thread infused with moonstone. "This bond represents the fusion of your energies.

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“Cassie, you literally screamed and hid under the blanket during the last twenty minutes.” Cassie waved a dismissive hand. “That was one time!” I snickered. “And you screamed so loud the neighbors banged on the wall.” Cassie crossed her arms. “Okay, fine. Maybe Hereditary was a little intense. Let’s go for something less terrifying this time.” Mica arched a brow. “Like what?” Cassie tapped her chin, pretending to think. Then her face lit up mischievously. “Oh! Let’s watch The Conjuring.”

He deserved that. --- Tiffany was in the next lecture. She came in two minutes after the room had settled, which Hazel suspected was intentional. She walked to a seat in the middle with a strip of bandaging across one side of her nose and the posture of someone who has decided that being injured is not going to affect their bearing in any way. She sat down, said something to the girl beside her. The girl laughed. Beside Hazel, Maya leaned in half an inch. "The devil is back for business," she said, barely moving her mouth.