Varian Tangled The Series Novels & Stories

Varniant grow plenty of thorns on the tail and wipe it to attack, but Cornelio can evade it easily even inside that cramped space. “You have too much move!” said Cornelio. He changed his core and release scythe of SLT-class Encoded Weapon, then Cornelio cut the tail and attack other leg by stabbing it. Varniant feels so much pain and screaming loudly. “Well, I never meet Fluxter that obey me when fight.” Said Cornelio. He changed his core again then release axe of RTH-class Encoded Weapon to slap Varniant mouth and stabs the last leg. Every joint of Varniant leg stabbed and it can’t move anymore, then Cornelio jump to Varniant’s head.

His fingers tighten around my neck, cutting off the air flow and my screams. " You thought you could leave me locked behind bars and move on, continue fucking other guys behind my back? That's not how things go, Kara. You are mine, whether alive or dead." Valentine growls,his grip on my neck tightening. I try to scream but my vocal cords are restricted. I try to claw his hands off my neck but he is too strong and I am weakening with each passing moment. The bag in my hand slips and falls, spilling the groceries onto the sidewalk. My legs lose their strength and I start losing consciousness. The last thing I remember is the feeling of someone pulling Valentine away from me.

It seemed, suddenly, that a week or two passed in a mist of duties and lies. Playing Hera was a lot more difficult than I'd thought, and Aidan's crankiness wasn't helping one bit. We even had to stage photos, pretending for the press that we were madly in love.

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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.

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, his six feet, four inches towered above me and as soon as he reached here I stood, dripping and drooling in wet glory. "Claire?" he asked and I nodded, all of a sudden, I became dumbfounded and paralyzed at the same time. I lost my ability to speak as all his gaze fell upon me. He was looking at me intensely and his hands came close to me and just like a robot being controlled, I came closer to him, his hands went down as he slowly zipped down my raincoat, exposing the black top and

The reality of having a woman tied to me again riled me up. I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed the number of my private investigator. He picked up almost immediately. "Sir," he said "I want you to run a background check on Isla. The girl with strawberry blonde hair that works in the Rhode's mansion," I ordered. "On it sir," I hung up immediately, he replied. With folded arms, I stared outside the window. I don't know how many hours I stood there. The heat of the sun that seeped through the window burnt my face.

“You’ve been playing with fire. This… throuple thing— it’s not stable. You’re walking a tightrope between two very unsure men, and neither of them plays by the rules.” “I know,” Ava whispered. “But… Xander… he’s different. Calm, patient… but also jealous, controlling… and Tristan… Tristan just gets under my skin like no one ever has. I… I don’t know how to manage either of them.” Harper tapped her fingers on the table, voice low and serious. “And you still don’t know who leaked those files. Could’ve been Tristan. Could’ve been Xander. Could be someone else entirely. But the second Xander and Tristan start bonding too much, you’ll have no control. None. And I swear… that’s when it will all co

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?