Tangled The Series Dolls Novels & Stories

The buyer didn't need to hear what her phone sounded like, it was too risky in this line of business. She took in a breath and adjusted the mask on her head, making sure that all her identify able features were out of sight. To an onlooker, Tessa would have looked like a demon. Clothed in all black from her head to her feet, and not a visible inch of skin showing because even her hands were encased in black gloves.

I was avoiding Kaleb, pranking him or even being close to him will lead to my doom. Dramatic but it was the truth. "Hey, your bracelet is gone." Mira suddenly pointed out, her brows pinched as her eyes narrowed on my wrist. My throat goes instantly dry when my eyes fall on my bare wrist. There was supposed to be a rope friendship bracelet that Mira, Katrina and I own. Each of the bracelets were different. What stood out the most in mine was the embroidered flower in the middle. I never took it out. Until last night..... In his bed.

Strangely, I couldn’t sense her human smell. "There are a lot of vampire covens around. That’s why all the werewolves who don’t have wolves and humans' scents are masked in a way that they won't end up becoming dinner." He explained, to which I nodded my head. "Witches!!" "Yes!! Scarlett did this." He responded when I found Scarlett talking with her husband. I looked for her four boys; they were playing with Calvin’s newborns. I looked for her daughter and chuckled when I found her trying to catch the bat around her head as if it were a beautiful butterfly. Looking at the tiny size of the bat, I knew that it was none other than Eleazer.

the lady said We drove to the store and got five Birkin bags and I couldn’t believe it, they’re worth a fortune and I have five of them? I wore the dresses and they fit so perfectly that I looked like a princess in a fairy tale. We were on our way to the party and the drive was good although with no form of communication I sat in the car and just looked down on my phone. ‘He’s acting weird AGAIN’ I rolled my eyes

Episode 11 Scout pov A sharp satisfaction curled through me as I replayed Bella’s expression from earlier in my office. That moment when frustration and anger had overtaken, her composure had been delicious to watch. She finally understood. She knew now, without question, that she was trapped. There was no way out, no trick she could use to slip free. She was tied to me, and I could see the weight of that sinking in, undeniable, and unshakable.

She scrolled further. “Anya Lewin. Sold to Client 9.” “Rowena Falstaff. Never retrieved.” “Property of Velvet until death.” Penelope spoke, barely audible. “It’s not just a list. It’s a catalogue.” Dorian’s jaw clenched. “And look here each line has a video file attached.” He clicked one. The screen dimmed no image, just audio. A woman’s voice, trembling, in a cold monotone: “Name: Cassandra. Age: 19. I consent under duress.”

Four Years Later “Madam, we’re sorry, but you can’t have this site,” the lady at the counter said sadly. This was the fourth time this was happening to me, and for a brief moment, I wondered who could be behind it all. Had I wronged anyone in my past that I was unaware of? Because it was glaringly obvious that something was wrong. It couldn’t be a mere coincidence that every site I booked to start my small fashion school was taken from me at the last moment.

I lay there on the red sheets, my wrists still bound behind my back, my p*ssy sore and wet, my body still trembling from an orgasm I hadn't asked for. I didn't cry or move. I just stared at the ceiling and wondered who I was now. Just a Doll After a long time, I sat up. My wrists were raw from the leather. I looked around the room. The cabinet. The bed. The restraints. I found my clothes on the floor. I dressed slowly. My hands were still shaking. I walked out of the red room and down the hallway to my own room. The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read.