Novel & Cerita Tangled Words

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The tablets mocked Julie and William with their incoherent words. “Lufe, ansyn wan” “Ōġan ungelīċe sind tō ōðrum” “Sum mæg gehȳran fōtstæpe, ōðer heortan beate” These are just some of the many words they translated, and they make no sense. Julie assured William that they had translated every word correctly and applied the proper grammar rules used by the Zonian language. “So why is it a jumbled mess?!” she yelled in frustration.

With her joke she not only made it a noun but she made it an abstract noun. "Sorry baby, it was just a bad joke you know" Grumpy Lewis looked away. He needed more flattery and convincing to even look at her and the thing she was doing with her hands seemed to be below the threshold. "Okay, you'll get a quickie" He turned around with a grin on his face. "You moron, I can't believe you made me do that" "The cream always rises to the top, am the smartest babe and I know you always keep your word so..."

“Nicole, calm down! I—I wasn’t thinking! I was… Anna was—” I shook my head violently. “No. Stop making excuses! You don’t get to touch me with your lies anymore! I trusted you!” Anna flinched, stepping back. “Nicole, it’s complicated!” “Complicated?!” I laughed bitterly, tears slipping down. “You think that word covers this? Complicated doesn’t even come close.” Liam swallowed hard, his voice low. “Nicole… I messed up. I wasn’t… I didn’t—”

My skin tingled. But my heart felt heavy. I was afraid he was just like all the others who tried to take advantage of me while I was down. So my voice came out cold and harsh. "What reward do you want?" Jamie gently turned my face toward him. His eyes shimmered with hurt feelings. "Just a kiss. Can't I even have that?" There was no sleaziness in his voice, and I felt a wave of relief. My cheeks were burning. "Jamie, this isn't right. We're not meant to be."

Aiden's words hung in the air long after he had vanished, leaving me rooted in the center of the grand hall. The hum of conversation continued to swirl around me, yet somehow sounded far away and muffled, like I was underwater. It tugged at my chest, and his voice continued to replay itself over and over in my head. "You are mine.” Those words were a weight, but not a comforting one. It wasn't romantic; it stung. He had brushed me aside so many times since our little kiss in the storage room, he made me feel like nothing, and now suddenly I mattered.

She had rehearsed her section all night, pacing her apartment until Melissa begged her to shut up, but now her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth. Fletcher nudged her. “Carter?” Lily shot up straighter, nearly knocking over her water glass. “Right! Yes. Um—thank you for your time today, Mr. Easton, Mr. Easton Jr.” A flicker of amusement crossed the younger Easton’s face at her awkward phrasing. Lily’s cheeks burned. She flipped open her notes, words blurring. “Renewable investment is—uh—growing at… at a compounded annual rate of…” She faltered. The number, so clear last night, scattered like sand through her fingers.

His gentle gestures calmed me. "Tell me what you want, Ava. I want to make you happy, I want to bring you out of the life you live, and give you the one you deserve," Alex muttered, his voice low and husky. I gulped, stepping away to put a distance between us. "I'm very okay this way," I said, trying to sound convincing. Alex's eyes narrowed. "Do I still need to spell it out to you?" He asked, his brow raised. "I don't understand all you are saying. You are speaking in parables," I insisted.

Everything smelled faintly of lavender and night air, yet it all felt wrong. She shut the door softly, as if loudness might break something fragile that hadn’t already shattered. At her desk, the laptop's glow painted her face in shifting light. The cursor blinked on an empty document, she stared at it until her eyes blurred. She’d opened and closed the same file at least ten times, trying to write, trying to feel normal again. Every sentence she typed came out twisted— brittle. Delete. Type again. Delete. The memory replayed in fragments. The tension in Xander’s eyes, the way his voice broke between anger and desperation, the moment his hands gripped her arms too tightly.

"As much as I wanted to be mad at him, I was trying to understand the pain that he was going through. No wonder he was so late. "You’re healing, but at a very low rate. Let me…" I ignored what the doctor was saying. I let him do his work while I mind-linked Theodore, something I could do in Lotus’s presence. ‘Theo!’ I tried to mind link him but failed. ‘Lotus?’ No response. "I can’t sense my wolf," I stated to the doctor, who was injecting me with something. "Maybe because of wolfsbane. "I need to run some taste through your blood," he responded.