Tangled The Series Dolls Novels & Stories

Lines intersecting like crossed threads. Marks I’d seen burned into shrine stones and etched into the little bone charm Kade had left me. My stomach turned. At the base of the trunk, nestled among roots, sat a small arrangement of objects. Dolls. Four of them. Each is no bigger than my palm. Made of twigs bound with hair and thin strips of leather. Faces drawn in rust‑colored pigment. Each had something pinned or tied to its chest. A scrap of cloth. A tiny wolf fang.

Regret filled him as he heard Daine spill their entire relationship to me. Tangle was older, 120 hundred years old, while Daine was just forty years old and was living in the territory next to this one. Daine understood being that old he would slip a few times, but Tangle actually tangled in the sheets a lot. Worst of all, he kept it a secret from Daine, who almost immediately let him be marked without knowing. Which I still wasn’t sure about.

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.

everything shattered to pieces as they were ruthlessly flung across. “Its been 10 days, and in ten bloody days, the entire f*cking team of detectives and elite members have not been able to find a single piece of information... WHERE THE HELL DID THE DOLL COME FROM?”, he yelled , Anuj raised his finger to insert in his ears, off late Tazz had become extremely edgy since the day they’d returned. he had been driving people berserk with his temper, he was literally like a walking talking dragon who only breathed fire.

I sigh, concentrating on the screen and trying to remember what we were talking about. We both laugh, Cass covers her mouth with her hand and slaps my shoulder while I shrug. I hold her hand high and she twirls around, she holds my hand in the same way, telling me to do the same thing and since I'm taller than her, I duck my head while doing it. I don't know when my lips stretched into a smile but I'm smiling, we look happy and playful and now it's just.... Done. I groan, throwing the device across the room.

And Lily Carter was no longer just a piece. She was pressure. And pressure, Elara knew, broke even the strongest structures— or reforged them into something far more dangerous.

It threw responsibilities at me like an overzealous gym instructor, and let’s just say…I dodged most of them except the ones that kidnapped my time. But here’s the good news—drumroll, please! T.H.O.W will officially start updating on April 1st (and no, this isn’t an April Fool’s joke, I promise I won’t pull anything on you). From that day forward, we’re going full speed ahead, straight to completion by the end of April! No dragging things out, no rushing through like a caffeine overdose, just the perfect mix of drama, fwop fwop😌, chaos, and the unhinged energy that Blaze and Carlo demand.

“If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.” Lucy grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me along behind her. The back of my head scraped against the hallway wallpaper the entire way. When Grace pushed open the next door, her footsteps halted abruptly. Taking up an entire wall was a glass display cabinet, beautifully lit by warm LED strips. Neatly arranged across three tiers of shelves were my ball-jointed dolls. Every single one of them was dressed in high-end, hand-stitched clothing. Their hair was perfectly styled, and their eyes were made of various brilliant gemstones. They were exquisitely beautiful.

Blood trickled from a deep wound on her neck, staining the front of her clothes. Jeniece stood nearby, her back to me, but I could see her every movement with terrifying clarity. She held a doll in her hand, half-finished, its body sewn together with uneven stitches. In her other hand, she clutched a strand of yellow hair—Victoria’s hair. I watched, unable to move, as Jeniece stuffed the hair into the doll’s body.

"I came here today just to marry you!" Dorothy's expression hardened into a mask of grim determination. My icy tone and murderous glare transported her back to the blood-soaked nightmare two years ago. Dorothy had leveraged my family's immense influence to seize control of numerous competitors' assets and market share, inevitably provoking deadly retaliation from those she had ruined. Every single bodyguard stationed there was slaughtered without mercy. The entire estate was soon engulfed in roaring flames. In the end, only Dorothy and I remained alive amidst the carnage.