Varian Tangled The Series Novels & Stories

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

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.

His jaw tightened, and with an irritated click of his tongue, he straightened abruptly. Before she could even process what was happening, he flicked his wrist. The necklace flew through the air. Elara gasped and scrambled forward, catching it clumsily against her chest. She clutched it tightly, her fingers wrapping around the pendant as if afraid it would disappear again. A shaky smile escaped her lips, relief flooding her entire body. “Thank you,” she breathed, even though fear still trembled beneath her skin. Varian had already turned away. He walked deeper into the garden without looking back, his long coat brushing against the heated leaves as shadows bent unnaturally around him. The dar

Ohas thrashed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan held on. Tighter. Tighter. His jaw locked. With a vicious, monstrous twist, Ishaan ripped. Flesh tore. Ohas’ head didn’t fully detach—but it hung, twisted, half-severed, his body convulsing, the light in his yellow eyes fading. His body twitched. Then fell limp. Silence. Blood dripped from Ishaan’s fangs, his massive body trembling with fury. His breath came in ragged, seething hisses as he finally—finally—released Ohas' broken body.

He stepped down the stairs holding a cup filled with red wine in between his fingers. He wore his bare chest proudly, with abs bursting out through his skin. Tattoos from the right side of his chest that trailed down to his arm. He chuckled dryly as he remembered the little accomplishment he achieved yesterday. The smell of bacon and cheese filled the atmosphere which made Mariam run from the first sitting room down to where the kitchen was. Bacon and cheese were her best food. She could scream the house down when Anna decided to prepare it.

Wren said with the unshakeable confidence only children had. Varian studied the strands spilling across her shoulders, a battlefield of tangles and knots. He had dealt with detonators, code locks, and knife fights in alleys. This looked worse. Still, he shifted closer, settling on the edge of the bed. “Fine.” Wren beamed and turned, sitting forward so her back was to him. The trust of the gesture made something in Liora’s chest ache. Varian lifted a handful of hair. It slipped through his fingers like water. Too soft. Too many strands. He frowned. “How many pieces?”

Varian with his hands around my waist looked at me with a mix of apology and self frustration. “Varian…” I called out to him hopefully, but he couldn't even bear to meet my eyes. His words filled him but his actions did not. We were not fate mates. But in that split second he held me even closer. “This doesn't change anything between the two of us Thalia, I still love you with all of my heart and a mate bond does nothing to change that,” Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. “Varian…what if…what if you meet your fated mate in future? They say the bond is unescapeable. Shouldn't we just end things here now before going too far?”

Streams of data rolled across every screen — server activity graphs, internal communication trails, encrypted lines of code blinking in real time. What used to be an empire of clean order was now chaos barely contained by willpower. Alex stood with his sleeves rolled up, the top button of his shirt undone — a rare concession to exhaustion. His sharp eyes moved across the screens, taking in every inconsistency, every anomaly. “Run the pattern again,” he said, voice clipped, low. A technician seated nearby — a young man from cybersecurity, pale and visibly nervous — nodded quickly and reinitiated the analysis. Lines of data blurred. On one feed, emails were being reconstructed — entire threads

She trails her index finger along the tattoo on my torso, it's barely a touch, she's just ghosting her finger along the ink but it still makes my skin feel fuzzy, my stomach tightens and my dick twitches. I swallow. "You didn't think so?" I grasp her hand then I play with her fingers so she doesn't think anything of it. "I thought it was one of those good-bad movies." She's now tracing the ink on my fingers, "What do these letters stand for?" She examines the letters on each finger. A, M, L, R. Staring down at the letters, I smile, "Aron, Mariana, Luna and Regina. Mi familia." I drag my eyes back to her face.

Her gaze flicked to Elena with polite curiosity, but the underlying jealousy was unmistakable. “Victoria,” Cassian said, his voice neutral but his hand tightening slightly on Elena’s back. “This is my fiancée, Elena Voss.” Elena forced a polite smile, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Victoria shook it briefly, her eyes assessing. “The famous stepsister turned fiancée. How… modern. I heard about the warehouse incident. You must have been terrified, Cassian. If you ever need someone who understands your world without all the complications, you know where to find me.”