Tangled Words Novels & Stories

Ten rings and there was no more answer. He returned to his seat analyzing Tessa’s teasing wordplay. Why was she so misleading in her statement? Her attitude was unlikely of a rejection, otherwise, she would have said so, for Tessa was frank and direct to the point. But he started it all with an ambiguous statement. He made a gambit that boomeranged, leaving him no other way but to swallow the game that he started.

I’m sorry for everything. She stared at the words, tears blurring the ink. She didn’t send it. She didn’t even finish it. Instead, she folded the paper and slipped it into the bottom drawer of the desk, hidden beneath old books and unused stationery. The letter was real her secret doubts made tangible but she wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Never thought in this modern age people were still doing it. “Junior, when are you going to be in a serious relationship?” Francesca asked after a while. “Mama, please. Let the food pass down my throat in peace,” Junior frowned, reaching for a bowl of soup. His hands were all covered with tattoos. And about two silver rings of different cuts, occupied his fingers on each of his hands. A silver chain around his neck too. “You know that you are not getting any younger. You can’t just go around fucking everything with titts out there.” She uttered, bluntly. “Mama, language!” Carmelo said, hinting at his sister. Celia rolled her eyes, “Chile big bro. I’m sixteen not six. I know what fucking or t

Why sabotage your chance at finding true contentment? Adam's jaw tightened as he struggled to find the right words to respond. His father's words struck a chord deep within him, stirring up memories of past heartaches and regrets. But he refused to let those doubts cloud his judgment, to let his father's words sway him from the path he had chosen. Besides, he had his doubts about what his father was ranting about. The old man sounded like he was up to something. Maybe they were trying to uncover the secret that Adam and Ayana were hiding from them.

Being accused of taking drugs messed with a person's reputation, but he couldn't help himself. Tessy rolled her eyes inside her mask and wished he could see the frown in her face. Blaze always made things quite difficult, always asking a lot of annoying questions and when she stretched out a hand for the money, she wasn't surprised when he just looked at her face and laughed out.

He gazed at me, he was perplexed. "Where is this question coming from, of course, you should know I am damn attracted to you, from day one at that library, you snatched my breath away and somehow you haven't given it back to me, till now," I was blushing, my cheeks turned pink, and I flustered in shame. Why does his words sound like rhythm to my ears and birds to the sound of my whisper?

I gripped the steering wheel harshly and wiggled around to get myself in check. "Took you long enough," Why did my voice come out so breathy? "It's that damn tie," He flicks the tie around his neck irritatedly. I took a quick peek at the said tie and almost laughed. It looked like he was trying to create an impossible knot. In other words, his tying skills were utter shit. "Here, let me help," I turn to him, gripping the tie to show him that I would help him fix the tie. To my surprise, he doesn't protest but turns to face me so I can fix it properly.

Four Years Later “Madam, we’re sorry, but you can’t have this site,” the lady at the counter said sadly. This was the fourth time this was happening to me, and for a brief moment, I wondered who could be behind it all. Had I wronged anyone in my past that I was unaware of? Because it was glaringly obvious that something was wrong. It couldn’t be a mere coincidence that every site I booked to start my small fashion school was taken from me at the last moment.

[“Good luck with that.” Cassie suddenly sat up again, her tone flipping to mock-serious. [“Okay, but for real—don’t think we’re letting you off the hook, Mica. You’ve been ghosting us!”] Mica groaned. [“I didn’t ghost you.”] [“Yeah, right.”] Cassie shot back. [“You practically disappeared from the face of the earth!”] she accused, crossing her arms. Mica sighed, rubbing her temples. [“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I’ve just been… busy.”]

I can't believe my only means of transport just bailed on me. Since the car is old, the engine has been failing lately. The mechanic last time said I should fix a new one or I can kiss the old metal can as he called it goodbye. Guess today is the day I kiss it goodbye? After a series of curses,i collect my purse and the fucking contract and step down. I make a short call to the trolling company. I don't think a company as prestigious as Monroe Inc. would want such an eyesore stuck outside the company building. I hail a cab and give the driver the drop off location before closing my eyes.