Tangled Words Novels & Stories

she said I was fuming with anger and irritation at this point because why can’t my day go smoothly without any gibberish from the media, my family, workers and the world in a whole. This is fucked, what do I do now I thought “What’s my schedule for the day Euna” I was barely making a sound because all my anger was blocking my words As we walked to my office and my assistant calling out my schedule I could only think of one thing ‘can this day end so I could get drunk and sleep peacefully’

“How are you doing?” “I’m doing great. But,why are you sounding disturbed and stressed?" Alex replied his tone cool but with a trace of concern: Davis let out a heavy sigh. "I need your help, Alex; right now I am in a great mess.” "What is it about?.” There was a slight pause at the other end of the line. Davis finally replied “Something happened.” Davis said as he leaned his back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. "It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued.

He instructs. "What piece of paper?" I scratch my head, acting clueless. "Stop wasting my time." He shakes his head. "Okay." I pull the piece of paper out of my back pocket, unfolding it and reading over the words in my head. "But, Mr Danielson, I don't think these words are supposed to be read out loud since we're at school and all." "You have my full permission to say every word in the English dictionary." He says. "Yeah but some of these are not-"

He won't bulldoze me with his demands. 'So, what are we going to do about my tail?' 'You in the mood to play hide and seek?' 'Oh yeah. Let's play'

The room was thick with silence as Annabelle let James mentally digest the words she had spoken. HE stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. It was as if he was searching for words that would not come. His face was pale, as he stuttered incoherently, his words stumbling over one another in a desperate attempt to say anything that would make Annabelle’s reasoning invalid. “You... You couldn’t possibly know that for sure,” he finally managed, his voice trembling. “Infertile? I can’t be.”

Scout leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing, while Tiana responded with giggles and playful touches. Then, to my utter horror, she reached for his collar, tugging him closer like she was about to kiss him. A sharp, unexpected rush of anger shot through me. What the hell? I wasn’t jealous. I wasn’t. But something about the way he let her touch him,so freely and casually infuriated me. Had he forgotten that we were married? Even if it was fake, he was embarrassing me, making it seem like I didn’t matter. Fine. Two can play this game.