Tangled Sun Novels & Stories

Why was the earth destined to accompany the sun? Though they cannot be put together. Why do they continue to be forced into circumstances? As we know, ruin is the end of the story. I believe, the earth without the sun is just darkness in real space. Feeling without direction, seeing without clarity, puzzles with no answers. Among the many humans on this earth, why did I meet you? Let me know you deeper ~ Alisya Cantara True, all the cacophony in time travel. Hold hands without forgetting the stars! Light it up without being blinding! Be together without parting and come without leaving! ~ Farhan Sharique Zhafran

tap. Drip...tap. Drip...tap. It's been 5 days since I’m captured. They thought they could break me, but I still have some fight left in me. I am not going to let go that easily. Whoever is doing this don't know me completely. I have a hunch who is behind this. I try again to loosen my hands without any success.

In that moment, they were two masterminds, dancing around each other, neither fully aware of the secrets that lay beneath their enchanting facades. Little did Wyatt know, Emily’s charm was but a tool in her quest for retribution. And little did Emily know, Wyatt’s interest in her was beginning to transcend the boundaries of their calculated game. The stage was set, the first move made. The tangled web of desire and revenge had been spun, and there was no turning back.

The room fell quiet again. Outside, the rain had stopped, and sunlight slowly broke through the clouds, spilling into the room in warm golden streams. Ava watched it quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Just as the storm had given way to the sun, she believed her own storms would pass, and when they did, her life would bloom into something beautiful. Xander brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "So..." His voice carried the smallest hint of a smile. "Have you eaten?" Ava laughed through her tears. It came out broken, Pathetic, and Beautiful all at once,

***** The Morning After – Tangled Hearts & Soft Kisses Sunlight crept through the edges of the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across Darren’s bare back. I lay there, completely tangled with him, my legs still curled over his, skin flushed from everything we shared just hours ago. My sheets smelled like him now—spice, heat, and a little bit of champagne sin. My fingers trailed down the line of his spine, slow and featherlight. He stirred, groaned into the pillow, and turned toward me. His sleepy smile nearly ruined me.

Far away from her usual meetings, and she nervously wondered why her boss had assigned this job to her. She got out of her bike and removed the helmet she was putting on, shaking her long blonde hair free. She brought out a handkerchief and wiped her face slightly before she quickly packed her hair back into a tight ponytail, fixed in the blue contact lenses she always used for these deliveries, and put on the black ski mask. Afterwards, she bent down and hooked her bike tightly to the rail beside it, making sure to lock it tightly. Even though the place seemed empty, Tessy knew that thieves were always lurking around and she didn't want to hike back so much distance. Especially in the blazi

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

It was all real like it was happening for the hundredth time. Tammie let out a breath, running her hands through her hair, frustrated. Staying in this ccrampedspace was doing aa lotto her, messing with her brains. The sunset was glorious, all rosy and salmon-pink. Tammie found herself staring more than usual, fascinated by the beauty of the sky and the sun

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

Morning Sunlight The sunlight that streamed through the curtains was soft, almost reverent, as though even dawn itself understood the sanctity of what had passed. Evandra stirred against Lefu’s chest, his arm heavy around her, his scent warm and grounding. The bite on her neck throbbed faintly, no longer just a mark but a seal—his claim, her promise, their vow.