Tangled The Series Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Bloodthorn’s part of it. Mooncrest’s. Nightveil’s. All the threads have been rubbing against each other for years without meeting. Now they’re trying.” “Trying to what?” I demanded. “Tie us all together like some grotesque festival knot? Drag me back to Bloodthorn through Damon’s bond? Hitch me to people I haven’t even decided whether I’m keeping yet?” Rian snorted, pained. “Nice to know we’re in the audition phase,” he muttered. Kael’s fingers tightened.

He would stay single for his whole life. "Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on the mission Ry. It's not that we are out here for fun. Ofcourse it is fun killing this old hag. And he is the final piece. The end of this vengeance" Rowan retaliated at his brother. Rowan Ferrari and Ryan Ferrari the handsome brothers like what the girls say are not twins but are in the same year. On e born in the starting of the year and one at the end.

Lovette POV “I have a problem. I think I accidentally swapped phones with a stranger,” I groaned. Tasha looked at me in shock. “Oh no! How did that happen?” “I think I grabbed the wrong phone when I left the advanced wildlife section,” I said Tasha sat next to me, looking just as shocked as I felt. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Tasha said, shaking her head. “I never would have thought you’d actually swap phones with a total stranger.”

I dropped to my knees with a choked gasp. It felt like my mind was being ripped apart. Like something was forcing its way in— Rewriting. Replacing. Destroying. “Fuck—” I groaned, my vision spinning. “Hold him!” someone shouted. I didn’t know who. Didn’t care. My ears rang, my heart slammed violently against my ribs. Through the chaos— I felt it. That thread. It was faint, fragile, but it was there. Talia. I reached for it. Not with my hands, not with my mind.

I furrowed my brows, trying to force my brain to work through the trauma, to piece together fragments that had never quite fit. My hands trembled in my lap, fingers twisting together in a desperate attempt to ground myself. "It's true. It doesn't make sense." I drew a shaky breath, feeling it rattle through my chest. "I mean, number one… the names, Lex. They don't even share the same last name. It's Graham Sinclair. Always has been."

I rubbed the back of my neck. I had people watching Tiffany . Nothing conclusive yet. She was connected to this — Claire ending up in her group after the fact was not coincidence — but connection wasn't enough. I needed the order. I needed whoever decided that Hazel was a target worth going after with a drugged drink and a planted girl and a plan to move her somewhere. The fact that I had gotten there before that somewhere was reached was the only reason I was sitting on this couch thinking calmly instead of doing something considerably less calm.

“You⁠ just cheated o⁠n me! Ri​ght in front of my eyes!” He whirled around, face re⁠d. “Cheated​? You’re th⁠e one who​ d‌ra‌gged us i‍nto this mess! Al‌l be‍cause of your stupid diary fantasies about Stefan and whatever ot​her crap you’ve been hidi‍ng. If you had​n’t writ​ten all t‌hat, we wou​ldn’‌t e​ven​ be here!”

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.

They protected her physically but also emotionally, something that she desperately needed, especially when she felt lost. My NEW book is currently live here on this site! “Tangled Secrets – Taming Mr. Vittori” is a story that has been in the making for a while now, so I am excited to get Violet and Enzo’s journey started. You can check out the sneak peek that I had previously posted for it. Their journey is filled with twist, turns, and a rollercoaster of emotions. Again, thank you for being the amazing people that you are! See you amongst the turning pages,

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.