Voices On Tangled Novels & Stories

Exhaling deeply, Camden released the tension from her body, savouring the weight of Clayton resting against her. Clayton, lying against her chest, listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. His fingertips gently stroked her ribs, his touch tender and loving. Breaking the comfortable silence, he turned to face her. "So, no tattoos for you?" he asked playfully. "I mean, I didn't see any on you, and I did a pretty thorough search." Camden smiled, her eyes filled with amusement. "No, no tattoos for me," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of contemplation. "It feels like a really serious commitment, and I've never felt like I could commit to anything that seriously." Raising an eyebro

I moved over to each of them, gently shaking them to wake up. Just as expected, they were more than happy to go off to get their teeth brushed and their hair, ready for the morning run. "Are we doing cardio at the gym?" Karla tugged my hand. "Hailey thinks we're having a spa later, is that right?" There were lots of questions even I didn't get answers to d I couldn't build their hopes just to have them burn later. "How about we ask Ms. Banks later?" I managed softly, helping the skinny little one who looked way younger than her twelve years of age get her hair brushed.

But the fear gnawed at me, sharp and relentless. Frank shook his head. “I’ve tried all that. Nothing. I… I just—” He stopped abruptly as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Ethan shot him a glance. “Finally. Pick it up.” Frank’s fingers trembled as he answered. “Hello?” A voice,.smooth, chilling, dripping with control echoed through the phone. Then Frank pressed a button, putting it on the loudspeaker. Immediately, the room went cold. “Frank,” the voice said, deliberate, steady, and utterly terrifying. “I know wherever you are… you are with Adrian. And I know Adrian is alive.”

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

Then he lines himself at my entrance and slides in. I have to admit, I enjoyed being taken by my mate and seeing my mark on his neck just as much as Emerson enjoyed watching mine. After we showered, he kissed me again before opening the door to several sprites. “Lady Luna Quinn!” Tallula says. “Lady Luna Quinn!” Dandelion says. “We’re here to do your hair,” Honeysuckle says. “We’ve spoken to the other sprites.” “And we’re all in agreement.” “We’re going to do your hair just like your sister’s.”

“Bloodthorn’s part of it. Mooncrest’s. Nightveil’s. All the threads have been rubbing against each other for years without meeting. Now they’re trying.” “Trying to what?” I demanded. “Tie us all together like some grotesque festival knot? Drag me back to Bloodthorn through Damon’s bond? Hitch me to people I haven’t even decided whether I’m keeping yet?” Rian snorted, pained. “Nice to know we’re in the audition phase,” he muttered. Kael’s fingers tightened.

The impending chaos hung over us, threatening to expose our secrets and shatter the illusion we had so meticulously woven. "Misunderstanding? Did you just misunderstand, Dolph?" Tania's voice pierced the air, laced with a mix of disbelief and accusation. Her unwavering gaze fixed upon my accomplice, her eyes squinting as if trying to recall his face from a distant memory. The room seemed to hold its breath, each passing moment heightening the tension.

Then I untie the metal rope that’s in her mouth from the rope around her neck, freeing her completely. When I’m done, I jump off her, expecting her to stand and give me some more of her cocky attitude. Instead, she lays there, just watching me. What is this? “Tana.” I rub the area near where her mouth has torn. “Baby, why aren’t you healing?”

Her damp eyes have the self-belief that she will brawl to protect her dignity. Ryan pulled himself back, he puckered his angular eyebrows at her words, his lips corners raised in an evil smirk, He said, “It’s not just a deal, Tara!... It’s a Bond !…that you will hate all your life… It’s a Bond between us…An Abhorred Bond..!... with this Ruthless Rockstar…!”. ************

A very deep and breathtaking voice called out to me on the other end and immediately I knew it was Felix Bailey the powerful man. “Uhhh…..” I muttered