These Tangled Vines Novels & Stories

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

Savannah stood in the doorway, backlit by the soft glow of the light. She held a bouquet in her left hand, her entire presence exuding the grace of a princess from the Middle Ages. Her right hand extended toward me, the deep affection on her face almost overwhelming me. "Finn, give me your hand," she said softly. Her fingers closed around mine tight, and in that instant, a profound sense of peace settled over me, the likes of which I had never experienced before.

Vines. Thick, dark, knotted like dried roots, they burst from the wall in a sudden flash of green and black growth. Curled over each other, the vines blocked our path, flexing faintly as they swelled in our direction, and bristled with thorns oozing a liquid that looked a lot like poison. “Oh, shit,” I said, backpedaling on instinct. Caelum reached for his sword. Elias raised his hand to summon light. And then—

The pale green vines descended until they finally arrived above Vina, who again could only give up because she couldn't move her body. All the vines were like living snakes wrapped in leaves, continuing to creep and crawl Vina's bed until it was covered in leaves. Vina thought that what Sapta had done would be limited to that, but in fact, she was wrong. Two or three of the vines ran down her injured arm, wrapping it around so that Vina's arm seemed to grow from a plant that lacked photosynthesis. When finally one arm was wrapped neatly with vines, Vina was able to move her body again. Before the girl tried to pull her arm free from the grip of the plants, Sapta stopped her.

I wanted her, not just to hold her, but to have her completely, to know every part of her in a way no one else ever could. I went to the wine cabinet, pouring myself a generous glass of red wine. The rich, velvety liquid slid down my throat, soothing the burning intensity that consumed me. I went upstairs, finding her lying on the bed, her body curled beneath the duvet. A slow smile spread across my lips.

A soft, emerald-green light pulsed from her fingertips, sinking deep into the root system of the courtyard. Instantly, the earth responded. Thick, vibrant green vines shot up from the dirt between two massive, ancient oak trees nearby. They moved with unnatural, liquid grace, weaving and twisting over themselves in mid-air until they formed a stunning, perfectly suspended vine hammock. The broad leaves overlapped to create a soft, cushioned bed that swayed gently in the breeze.

One of the vines twitched, flexing like a snake awakening from its nap. "Oh fuck!" The bundle of vines spasmed, recoiling enough that they spread across the lawn. Mike sprinted across the lawn toward the house, giving the vines a wide berth. Coming to the narrow gap between the wall and the house, he saw that the vines were withdrawing, spreading out and coiling around everything they touched. He hopscotched his way through them, timing his jumps to avoid touching them. The fountain came into sight, and Naia stood at its edge, her face a mask of concern. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes on the retracting vines near the fountain. Her eyes met his just as the vines sprung up, a pair of t

I followed her line of sight but saw nothing. Vines rose up from the floor and wrapped around the air. Violet’s arm pulled backwards, bringing the vines closer. A pained grunt was heard, making me realize that it was actually someone that we couldn’t see. “Pull your gift back or else these vines will turn into wolfsbane. Now, that’s some pretty painful shit from what I’ve heard. You have fifteen seconds to decided,” Violet told the invisible person. To make her point and psych out whoever the fuck it was, a new vine appeared as the seconds ticked by.

He set the tray down right across my lap, settling himself onto the edge of the mattress beside me with a satisfied expression that made him look almost boyish. The tray was completely loaded. There was a vibrant, messy mound of freshly cut fruits… dark red strawberries, glistening chunks of pineapple, and deep purple grapes, flanked by two tall, elegant crystal glasses filled with dark, expensive red wine. The presentation was almost absurdly romantic for a man who'd just had me bound and screaming his name. The juxtaposition made my heart do something complicated in my chest.

Wanted them claimed. Alex was lifted off the ground by a cluster of vines. They spread his legs wide, holding him suspended in mid-air. One thick vine pushed into his mouth, fucking it slowly, while another—thicker, ridged pressed against his hole and slid inside with wet, obscene ease. The child kicked in rhythm with the intrusion, amplifying the pleasure until Alex was sobbing around the vine in his mouth. Damian roared, fighting the vines holding him. His own cock was freed by the plants, stroked by soft, sucking tendrils. “Alex—fight it—don’t let it”