Tangled Storyline Novels & Stories

"I expect you to be appreciative of all the work we did. We managed to detach the Sin of Sloth from the tangle, and a few of the others but there are too many souls that got reborn with her." Atropos tugged at the tangle but the threads refused to budge. A mass of colors was all wound around the single pink thread that glowed in the center. "What's going to happen to her?" she demanded. "Happen to her?" Lachesis echoed. "The same thing that always happens when it comes to Juniper. She'll go after the woken Sin and fight to take him out. I think it's Greed this time." "But why is everything all tangled? She just started this life, there should be some semblance of order." She chewed hard on h

So before you dive into the wedding, into the dress that doesn't belong to her, into the whole tangled mess that's about to unfold, let me tell you a little about what you're actually signing up for. This is not a slow burn. I want to be upfront about that. Chapter one already has a bride walking down an aisle toward a groom who isn't looking for her, and it only gets tighter from there. I built this story the way I like to read them, where every answer creates two new questions, where the people you trust the least turn out to be hiding the most human reasons for what they did, and where the romance is never separate from the danger; it's tangled up inside it, so that falling in love and su

As she walked to the small stream trickling parallel to the path, she felt Kael fall into step a pace behind her. Their elders, their packs, and half the valley might have wanted them to be pure strategy. But here, in the space between messages and ambushes, with Aria’s *no one’s hope or fear* and Nightfang’s *not a love story* ringing in their ears, one thing was becoming very, very clear: They were going to be both. A love story and a problem. On purpose.

Ava stopped breathing, but that was not all, she flipped another page and saw some recent texts. “Harper: Don't get greedy yet.” “Tristan: Relax. I know what I'm doing.” The room spun, her vision blurred. As she flipped page by page she her entire world came crashing down. The two people she trusted most were the reason why she’s losing everything. Tears poured down her face as her hands trembled violently. “It was all an elaborate plan, they planned to ruin me,” she cried into the night. “The timeline of us meeting, the seduction, the affair, everything had been part of the plan.”

Alex was enough of a mystery. “Fine. This evening, I happened to be in a fight. Aiding my younger brother taking down some sick fuck who thought he could run away after cheating on our agreements. Then I don’t know how but you came in the picture at the wrong time. And both of the sides thought you were sent and so the shootout began at your arrival.” He narrated. I looked at him so hard as though I was looking into his soul instead. I detonated a fucking shootout.

My heart just skipped a beat. Jayden is doing something wrong to my body behind these doors. I sneered. "Here, we have the king. He moves like this—once." He dropped it on the triangular mark. "If he gets cornered, there's a winner. Just like our first meeting." He dropped it low but brutal. I met his eyes even when I didn't want to. The way I fell from my bike and lost my title to him played back in my head hard. I had to sip from my glass to push back the urge to pull a fist fight with Jayden and show him there was a man under these baggy jeans. But I shook it off the moment the alcohol struck some dumb chords in my brain.

We had that moment, the moment where we told each other our big, darkest fears then she told me she broke up with her boyfriend. I don't know what we are doing right about now but I don't care, this is worth it, she's worth it. Like on instinct, I bring my hand to her ponytail, pulling the scrunchie and releasing her hair. She stops talking because of it, I slip the scrunchie on my wrist, taking another long sip, "Continue." She rakes her fingers through her hair and and shakes her head at me with an amused smile. "Why didn't you tell me we had met before? At that costume party last year?" I finally ask.

Love stories, resilient spirits, and unforeseen twists played out in a mesmerizing display, each scene intricately woven into the fabric of Sterling Manor's cosmic legacy. In the inciting incident of this celestial convergence, a subtle twist emerged. The astral landscape around them began to shift, revealing glimpses of potential futures intertwined with the present. Victoria and Alexander witnessed moments that hinted at the destiny awaiting Sterling Manor and its residents, their lives painted with the hues of love, resilience, and unforeseen twists.

It seemed, suddenly, that a week or two passed in a mist of duties and lies. Playing Hera was a lot more difficult than I'd thought, and Aidan's crankiness wasn't helping one bit. We even had to stage photos, pretending for the press that we were madly in love.

“You don’t need to know, you’re just a guard.” Chad smiled falsely, part of his lips visible through the exposed gaps of the helmet. “Kind sir, I’ll treat you to the finest wine.” “Now, that’s what I call a good deal!” He ushered Chad to the side. Chad observed his surroundings clearly. He whispered, “It's their power. They conflict with each other. So one of them has to die. Of course, we can’t let our master die, can we? With her in the picture, he can’t get more powerful day by day. Their powers clash. So he devised a plan, with the help of The Unknown, to abduct her lover and send a message to their other companion. This way, she would be worried sick and have no choice but to come.”