Tangled Web Book Novels & Stories

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

Something’s shifted. I feel it. A ripple through the web I’ve so carefully woven across this wretched land. Dark wards, shadow-bound snares meant to twist, to veil, to lead heroes down the wrong path—now they tremble. Not break. Not yet. But they twitch, like startled prey sensing a predator nearby. Annoying.

SELENA'S POV I ran my hand in my hair as the elevator door closed shut in front of me. What was I going to do now? I had no other place I could go to. I didn't have friends because I don't like people. It was times like this that I cursed my introverted life. I had gone to the bank but they refused to give me a loan because I had been getting a lot of those and I have a huge debt on my hands. I sighed loudly as I fought to keep my eyes open. After my meet with the Maranos the previous night; no relation, I had gone to several places with the hope of being hired even if it was for a short period of time so I could pay for the bill by installments.

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,

When her face suddenly went blank and in no time hardened she shrugged and brushed a swathe of her hair behind her ear. "I thought it was you. I was terrified but you haven't posted anything on your I*******m page or added to your story for a while now... " She broke off and sighed in relief, "Andrew went on a vacation at Turks and Caicos? " It wasn't any news to me and I didn't see the reason why I should act like it was. Snooping Elena's page lately was now my favorite guilty pleasure. It was the perfect way I loved to hurt. Her pages gave me reasons to live and feel the pain.

"What's so mysterious?" I reached out and lifted the lid. Nestled inside was an exquisite suit. Under the sunlight streaming through the windows, every thread shimmered with an ever-shifting rainbow of colors, and countless micro-diamonds were meticulously embedded into every seam and detail. My breath caught in my throat. I had genuinely believed that the billion-dollar custom tuxedo I had commissioned was the pinnacle of luxury and elegance, but compared to the masterpiece before me, it suddenly looked dull and utterly outclassed.

"I never intended to cause trouble between the two sisters. Years ago, Sharon and I got together once. Although it was a mistake, it happened. And now we have Ethan. I'm still trying to process as I had no idea he existed." Mary went back to Sharon; her voice was quieter but still carried disappointment. "Sharon, why not let us know? Why did you not trust us sufficient to assist you?" Sharon fell apart, her shoulders trembling. "I didn't want to place my burden on you. I reasoned I could manage it alone. And I panicked about spoiling everything when I saw Davis with Isabella." Peter groaned loudly and massaged his temples. "This is a big problem, a complete mess." He added

I have never felt this horny before. Lance enters a double door that leads us to another room. It is much darker than the first and the music is more erotic. " This Is a sex dungeon. A lot of people come here for their first time." Cliff informs me and I stare ahead, completely taken aback. Ahead is a man tied to a cross and a lady is spanking him with a whip. The sound is scary and his screams are loud. I look at Lance and he is watching me. I don't know how to feel.

I shook my head, “I was born to do this. The best revenge on them is spoiling whatever plans that they have to accomplish and that's how I intend to make their lives miserable.” “Alright, if you say so. But be careful, you can never trust a man like Collins.” We went back inside. It was time for the main show and that was torturing Andrea. For years, I've learnt the ways of the Mafia and underground gangs. I've come to discover that they are obsessed with torturing their victims whether naturally or in a bloody way. It was going to be bloody for Andrea if she refused to tell me where Sydney was. “Hello, Andrea,’’ I said dangerously.

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.