These Tangled Vines Novels & Stories

I was having difficulty maintaining my balance, and my vision was becoming fuzzy. Gary let out an uncontrollable laugh. “Seems like the overdose of the fentanyl is starting to take effect” “What did you do to me?” I asked, trying to scream, but my head felt like it was about to explode. “Let's just say I spiked your drink. You are very attractive, Gwen, and I will do anything to have you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. He then ripped the lace sleeves embroidered on my dress, revealing my hands.

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,

I said, pointing out the obvious difficulties. "Here, use this. I'll tie it around my wrist. It's a special vine that will not break and will grow the more you pull on it. Tie it around your wrist and you can use it to find me. Tug in it twice before. pulling and it will retract, bringing both ends together. You'll essentially drag me out of the earth,” she explained, holding out a 6 inch thin vine.

"If you're wiling to go." "I really adore you in this moment," I say as he takes my hand and starts forward. The stiffness of his shoulders doesn't go unnoticed by me. "In this moment?" "Yes," I say blatantly. "Right now when I'm covered with slime and tired out of my sanity." The tree vines are as thick as before but that's not our only concern anymore. "Are you kidding me?" I whine as I stare ahead. The thick, dark green vines that hang from towering trees are covered by big, cruelly curved thrones.

A slight mistake and you will see the path of heaven or may be hell , devils like him ruin in hell for sure. In the garden there was a slight plantation in the remote . Her eyes brightened like sparkle when she realised what was it . It was grapevines. Dark black grapes was settling in the middle of tendrils . " go ahead " he said as he saw ogling it keenly . She doesn't not more to tell . She strides toward the vines and grabbed it . " can I pluck it " she asked excitement beaming on her eyes like a kid as she turned to ask permission from the sole owner .

All of it inputted in forms like vines. Tree Vines. A garden. The garden collection. Each garden piece seductive without being desperate. Seductive elegance. Nice. Very nice. Very impressive, Serena. I was impressed.

Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux. “Shit!” I gasped, the glass slipping from my hand as chilled bubbles soaked into an iron-flat chest. A chest that belonged to Dominic Voss. CEO of Voss & Rose Intimates. The man behind the lace empire. The untouchable, the cold-hearted, the ridiculously beautiful boss I’d only ever seen from a distance—and usually only through a sea of trembling executives and whispering assistants. Now he was soaked. And staring at me. Dead. I was dead.

The van did not stop immediately. It drove for a long time. Long enough for Lily to lose any sense of direction. Left turn. Right. Highway merge. Exit ramp. Uneven road. Smooth pavement again. She tried counting seconds between turns. She lost track around three hundred. The inside of the vehicle smelled faintly of gasoline and metal. There were no windows except a narrow strip of reinforced glass near the ceiling, too high to see through properly. Her wrists were tied in front this time.

Third Person's POV Ethan walked into the small grocery store, the autumn sun slanting through the windows and casting a warm glow. He moved with purpose, his mind entirely focused on Zara. Even now, days after the hospital incident, he couldn’t shake the thought of her fragile figure lying there, so small and vulnerable, and he hated how powerless he had felt. He picked up fresh vegetables first, carrots, bell peppers, spinach. He debated over the tomatoes, picking up one, turning it over in his hands, then carefully selecting another.

She tried to shift her weight, to step back. Vines, not from the surrounding bushes, but from the very edge of the fissure thick, woody, and moving with a purpose that was not natural lashed out. They wrapped around her ankles, her knees, with the speed of striking snakes. She yelled, firing her pistol into the air as she was pulled off balance. The vines dragged her, not down into the crack, but sideways, into the dense thicket of wild rose. Thorns as long as fingers caught her clothes, her skin. Her shouts turned to screams as the living thicket seemed to fold in around her, swallowing her whole. In moments, there was only a thrashing, cursing mound of vegetation, and then, silence.