Tangled Web Book Novels & Stories

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

My fingers tangled in his hair, thighs trembling, as his tongue drove me to the edge again and again until I shattered around his name. And when I fell back, gasping, he kissed the inside of my knee like a promise. Like he would never run again. --- That night, he held me in bed like I was all he had left. And maybe I was. But outside his penthouse walls, the press circled. Lawyers gathered. The past clawed at the door. And I knew this wasn’t the end of his secrets. It was only the beginning.

My eyes darted across the shelves, catching unlimited colours of bibliographs and encyclopedias until it turned plain in my head. We are doomed. And I am a hair's length away from being caught.

"Can I take a look at it? The thing that made you so full of hate and convinced you of something that never even happened?" His shoulders trembled. He looked completely drained of strength. I didn't wait for his answer. I went to his study and found an old, yellowed journal. I'd known about this notebook when we were together. Connor would often stay up at night, flipping through it over and over while his mood spiraled. But had I never asked. I wanted to respect his privacy. I opened it. It seemed to be his mother's journal. She had written down all her delusions and her suspicions of Stephen cheating on her. She described a woman, how that woman provoked her, hurt her, and tried to replace

I had to wait until Valerie was back in town. She'd been away at work, also preparing the evidence that would clear my fucking name from the internet. I needed to get my life back, and to do that, the internet had to let me out of its jaws first. I settled for something else—pasta and sauce with cheese. Slowly, the day faded into night as the city lights in London blurred out but I hadn't realized. My blinds were always down—I was either in my room, laughing and feeling all sorts of emotion, just like now, as I flipped each page of the new book I'd started reading yesterday, “Claws And Blood" by Auraliss, my favorite writer.

“It means bitter soul. It’s like what you explained. A lost soul, whether they lost themselves while they were still alive, or after they died, and they wander, looking for a life to take over. If you had read more about it all, you would have been prepared.” “Hey now.” I pulled back, but she pushed me back down. “Lay down. I want to check your head.” Toya pushed again and Wendy helped her part my hair. “Amy.” She hissed as she saw the damage. I laid back down, but huffed out my breath. “I read that book, inside and out.” “There were a few pages stuck together. I don’t know why.” Toya tapped a page. “Wendy helped me figure it out.”

She is certainly a trip. Thirdly, new books will be occurring right here. The next book will be ‘Tangled Secrets – Taming Mr. Vittori’ and will have plenty of twists, danger, raw sensuality, and secrets that can break everything apart. Enzo Vittori, CEO of Vittori Enterprises, is said to have it all. Violet Starling is holding onto nothing. What happens when the two of them collide? Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Kade and Elle’s story became so much more than I had originally envisioned it as. I promise that this is not the last of them.

It was a compulsion, a need, a sickness. I pulled out my phone and found his company's website. I scrolled through photos of him at charity events, at press conferences, at galas like this one. I knew his address, his phone number, his private email. The information was all there, just a few clicks away. I felt a thrill of a hunter, the predator, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This was me, the real me, the one no one knew, the one I had been hiding even from myself.