Twisted Threads Novels & Stories

Twisted With one last, shaky breath, Selena stepped forward and pushed the door open. The moment she crossed the threshold, she froze. Adrian was already there. Seated. Waiting. Facing the door… as if he had been expecting her all along. His eyes locked onto hers instantly—and everything else faded. The world, the noise, the city outside… gone. There was something in his gaze. Something deep. Intense. Unrestrained. Longing. It hit her all at once, stealing the air from her lungs.

Now, that room thrummed with life again. Not because of an intrusion. But because the weave itself was re-threading. At the center of the chamber, a small object hovered a threadspindle, rotating slowly without motion, emitting a faint, low hum. Glyphs blinked into visibility along the walls none cast, none traced. They weren’t Pact-approved symbols. They were bloom-native logic patterns. And if anyone had seen them, they would have known: The spiral wasn’t waking up. It was activating something new. The decision from the High Thread Council arrived by dusk.

“We would only be able to communicate through our minds. We will be alive but no motion or speech until our Core merges and becomes one. This state is the most crucial process. And we can easily be trapped in our minds if it's a more beautiful world to our subconscious than reality.” I sighed deeply and a small frown settled on my face. Another illusion test. Then he lifted the third. A tiny coil of black thread. At first, it looked ordinary until it shifted, catching the rays of light from the stars. Tiny sparkles glowed inside it, like fragments of constellations trapped in silk. “This,” he said, rubbing it gently between his fingers, “is called a soul-thread. It binds our intention. It ma

Thread touched six feet. We did not mark this. We let it remain.

The golden threads wrap around us, tightening in luminous spirals. The duplicate glitches violently at the sight. The root presence surges stronger. Synchronization deepening. The floor beneath us dissolves into light. Not falling. Assimilating. The gold threads pierce through the space between our bodies, not separating but threading us together more intricately. I feel it then. Not just the room. Not just the system. The planet. Networks flickering back online in distant cities. Signals rerouting. Not through a central core. Through us.

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?

I whisper again; my throat is burning. As soon as my words register in Aspen's brain, he stands up, "Shit! What have I done? I'm so sorry, Winter. I didn't.." I cut him off. "I'm fine." I give him a forced smile knowing I'm not fine; peanuts have a huge effect on me If I ever eat it my throat hurts so much that I can't properly eat or speak for a week. Sometimes my lips even swell badly.

“Do you have something else for me to believe in?” ​“Woo Jin is not that smart to do that,” she countered, stepping further into the room. “Don’t you think someone else was involved?” ​“We both know who else could be involved.” Adrian stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. “Woo Jin, Dubois, and Dawson are the three major people after my life. Who do you think could be involved again, Carolina?” He stopped directly in front of her, his presence looming.