Tangled Web Book Novels & Stories

Still, he wouldn’t leave her alone because of his selfish reasons. Tanya shook her head at herself as she wondered why she still had his number saved anyway. She disconnected the call as it started ringing again and blocked it. Then she promptly opened an app on her phone. She smiled as she clicked on the book titled, Tangled Desires. “Now, where were we?” she said with a smile as she delved into the book she had been reading for a week now. “How can people write this well?” she thought over an hour later as she wiped the tears that had trailed down her face.

I wonder what happened… ‘Stop wasting time you overthinker…go to the book already!!’ So impatient, my wolf. But she was right and I rushed into the office, to see that the book was gone. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, wondering where could they have hidden it… took another deep breath… and I felt it. The book. It was calling me somehow. But how can that be possible? Feeling a tingling in my fingertips I raised my hands only to see short thin sparkling silver threads emerging from my fingertips.

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.

We went on so many trips, it's really hard to keep up with the details. “Yeah, that's true.” Shawn nodded. “But you still have the book right?” "What book? she inquired, hardly keeping the tremor from her voice. “The picture book. The one you always carried around during our trips and arranged all our pictures in it.” Ava stared at him, trying to remember if she ever saw any book like that with Eva, but she didn't. ‘Did Eva have a picture album of her and Shawn and hid it from her? How could she?’

Or was it something even more sinister? Despite my fear, I couldn’t help but take in the nice scent of his hair as well. His hair had a nice scent, woodsy and masculine. He finally released me, and I stumbled backwards, my heart pounding in my chest. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. I couldn’t understand why he had done that, and I couldn’t wait to put this strange encounter behind me. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he. I turned around And I and Tasha quickly left the warehouse, with Me clutching my phone right.

A single book, glowing faintly under the light of the overhead lamp. It was old, bound in dark leather, with no title on its cover. I reached for it, my fingers brushing the worn surface, and as soon as I touched it, a strange sensation surged through me—a tug, like a thread connecting me to something far away. I opened the book, and my breath caught. The pages were filled with symbols I didn’t recognize, swirling and shifting as though alive. But more unsettling was the image at the center of the page—a figure, shadowed and indistinct, standing in the middle of what looked like a vast, endless dreamscape.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

Cal obliges, knowing T is chained to the wall. T’s expression hardens as I step inside. The book is in here, I know it. Looking around, I check in every shadowed corner, finding the book under his bedroll. The look on his face as I reveal it to the light is one I shall savour in my mind for the rest of my life. Nothing about it feels scared, however, the answer to everything to do with T must be in here. “Alpha, you don’t want to do that,” T says slowly, as I step back outside of his cell, Cal closing the door after me. T yanks at his chains, which only pull him back against the wall. If only he would touch the silver.

Chapter 35 – The Web Tightens Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but instead of warmth, it brought tension. The house felt like a web, each family member caught in their own thread, yet tangled with everyone else’s. Sandra sat at the kitchen table, staring into her cereal as though it could answer the questions hammering in her chest. Abby stood near the counter, scrolling on his phone, while Gail rushed around preparing for her nursing classes. Their mother hummed faintly to herself, though her humming broke off now and then, like a record skipping.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.