Tangled Sun Novels & Stories

Tangled Life". Once again, I would like to say thank you. Sylvia Sly

If my love for you is my obsession then let it be. - Drake (Continuing from the last chapter) Tanya(P.O.V) As I was busy looking towards the sky the sun was almost begun to set yet there was no information from uncle Alejandro nothing at all . A part of me always felt contented looking at the sunset because it's not only beautiful but also give the message no matter how bad your day was it's going to end and you have survived successfully . It's like witnessing something wholesome on another level . The orangish clouds, the low chirping of the birds , the light breeze and then you standing there looking at the sun waiting for the moon's arrival . It felt calming but now nothing just chaotic

Chapter 9 Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared.

Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun.

Chapter 107 – Tangled Webs The sun rose pale and diffused through the dense clouds, casting a cold, uninviting light over the neighborhood. The household moved in quiet synchronization, each member acutely aware that Brenda’s manipulations were no longer isolated—they had become a complex, multilayered assault on the family’s cohesion, perception, and sense of safety. Every day, the threads of deceit twisted further, interweaving with subtle psychological and social pressures designed to exploit the slightest vulnerability.

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.

And suddenly the suns change. The gold one splits into a thousand blades of light—wings arcing in every direction. Lucious. His essence, vast and blazing, chained to a citadel of fire. The silver sun swirls into storm—shadows twisting like serpents around a throne of bone and frost. Kael. His pulse thrumming like a heartbeat in the dark. Both trapped. Both alone. I stumble back, shaking my head so hard my hair lashes my face. “No. No, no, no—send me to them.”