Tangled The Series Dolls Novels & Stories

The latter had me more annoyed than any other thing I had felt. “I guess it's only a matter of time before he comes back to trip all over you…” Dora remarked as she picked up the remote. “Yeah…” I replied half-heartedly as I had already zoned out into the uncertain world of my thoughts where I kept pondering over what could have happened. Why had Aiden been all over his stepsister like she was the girl of his dreams? He made it seem like she was the main chick and I was some sort of side chick trying to ruin things for them.

Ohas thrashed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan held on. Tighter. Tighter. His jaw locked. With a vicious, monstrous twist, Ishaan ripped. Flesh tore. Ohas’ head didn’t fully detach—but it hung, twisted, half-severed, his body convulsing, the light in his yellow eyes fading. His body twitched. Then fell limp. Silence. Blood dripped from Ishaan’s fangs, his massive body trembling with fury. His breath came in ragged, seething hisses as he finally—finally—released Ohas' broken body.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

"Are you accusing me of stealing?" Vanessa hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Selena, I don't think it's you either. But maybe you could show us your bag?" I clutched my bag tightly, refusing to hand it over. Vanessa looked to Connor for help. He shot me a threatening glance, then yanked the bag out of my hands and handed it to Vanessa. I never expected her to actually pull out the jewelry from my bag. Her expression turned sour. "Connor said you were spoiled. I didn't believe him at first. You didn't want the gift, so you stole it instead?"

Chapter 14: Thrones Built from Ash Dominic’s declaration reverberated like a crack of thunder. Lana stared at the folder he slammed onto the table. “An heir?” she repeated, her voice caught between awe and disbelief. Malcolm didn’t move. His expression was cold granite, but his right hand twitched just once. “That’s impossible,” he finally said. “I would have known if Jonas left anything behind.” Dominic smiled, sharp and slow. “He left a lot. But you burned most of it. This one survived because someone trusted my mother to hide it.”

[“Oh my God, Mica! You’re alive? I thought you got kidnapped and sold off or something. It’s been two weeks!” Mica snorted. [“Oh, please. If anyone’s getting kidnapped in this group, it’s you.”] I chuckled. “She’s not wrong.” Cassie huffed, crossing her arms. [“Excuse me, but I’m way too valuable for kidnappers. They’d return me within a day.”] Gladz smirked. [“True. No one wants to deal with your chaos.”] Mica laughed. [“Exactly. The ransom note would just say: Please take her back. She talks too much.”]

She kept her head turned the other direction, folding and refolding the sleeve of her top with a focus that said she wanted to be somewhere else entirely. Hazel changed, shut her locker, and walked out. She didn't rush. She didn't slow down. She just finished and left. Maya was beside her thirty seconds later. "Well," she said, voice low. "That was tense." "Was it?" Hazel said. "I didn't notice." --- PE was dodgeball. The teacher split them down the middle — Hazel's half on one side, Chloe's half on the other, which was either a coincidence or a very optimistic choice by a teacher who had not been paying attention.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

I asked. "No it doesn't," she replied, hell-bent on emphasizing that mom only likes her, which frankly I doubt. "Look over there," she said, pointing at the series of dolls she had sat around a table in the name of a so-called tea-party – which never had any tea by the way. "Yeah, what's wrong with them," I asked as I turned to the side to take a look. "You see that one in a tuxedo?" she asked. "Yeah, I see him. Why?" I responded.

“We will be treated as intruders, so be on the lookout.” “There!” Landon announced. Drake skidded to a halt mere inches away from the offending item that Landon was warning about. Dangling from a tree directly in front of us was a strange, unearthly doll like thing. At least, this is what I assumed it was supposed to depict. The item in question was made from twigs, bound together with twine. The twine binding the doll to mysterious posies of herbs, all an obnoxious shade of red, blood red. But the most worrying part of the doll swinging in mid air before us, was the knife that dangled besides it, waiting to remove the dolls lifeless head from its lifeless body. It almost looked evil.