Who Voices Varian In Tangled Novels & Stories

I'd had my room to start, but his dad insisted on the arrangement since it would make the charade all the more believable. I lay now, awake in the dark, and listened to the soft rhythm of Aidan's breathing. He had looked different while sleeping-softer, almost human. The constant tension that always twisted his features had dissipated, leaving him to look… peaceful. His hair, so dark it made me think of midnight skies, framed his face like ink spilled on a canvas. Before I knew it, my hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You should have added 'hair touching' to the agreement," he whispered low, the hint of a smile lacing his tone.

It was my idea of sharing the good news with her. I opened the door and noticed we had a visitor. Andrew was playing with the boys. They seemed fond of him and had recognized him to be their dad. I saw some new toys unwrapped on the floor. “Mommy, Mommy” Ethan and Evan started chanting immediately they noticed me standing by the door. “My angels,” I said, beaming lightly. “How did the interview go?” Granny asked, coming out of the kitchen. “What interview?” Andrew asked, confused. “Gwen applied for a role of personal assistant in Blue Energy Company” Granny said, walking towards the sofa.

She sounds like she's smiling. I hang up and I stifle my cries. I'll be okay. ***** THE End!

“I can swear to you, on Kayden’s life, who I hold very dear, that that is not what I want.” Kylan’s jaw tightened. “Kayden, Kayden,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes traveled to Kayden. “Would that even matter if he will be reborn as Kian?” A scoff came from Kayden. He tilted his head with the faintest smirk on his face. “I do not control what Thorne whispers to others, Crown Prince,” Varius said. His tone stayed calm. “I only want to help my people.” Kylan’s eyes narrowed as if that would somehow make him see through him. Varius tapped his stick lightly against the ground. “Come with me.”

“No need. I like a woman bold enough to ruin a perfectly good shirt.” He introduced himself properly then — Andrew. Andrew. The name had a comfortable ring, like linen sheets. He had the kind of face people wrote about in magazines: high cheekbones, eyes that seemed to shift colors in indoor light. But it was his voice that held me. Warm. Uncomplicated. He listened like each sentence I offered was the most interesting thing he’d heard all day.

" Hmmm, how about grandpa?" The tip of his lips twisted into a smirk and he leaned forward, tilting his head so his lips is close to my ear. " How about daddy?" his voice is husky and as he pulls me impossibly closer I know what he meant instantly. " You two get a room!" Ryan's voice yelled playfully, breaking the little bubble Kaleb and I were in. I pulled away, flushing when my eyes scanned around and noted the many eyes staring at us. One of those pair of eyes belonged to Mira.

Her entire body felt weak, drained, frozen in terror. The scratching stopped. Silence followed. Then— “Let her go.” Varian’s voice was calm, cold, and commanding. Elara held her breath. Through the thin crack beneath the door, she saw a shadow move. The tiger let out a low growl before bowing its massive head submissively. She heard footsteps retreating. “Go to the palace,” Varian muttered. “Check on the woman that gave birth to me.” The tiger grunted softly. Then—something strange happened. The heavy footsteps grew lighter. Smaller. Moments later, the shadow beneath the door shrank until it was nothing more than a tiny shape that scurried away.

"With him." "With who?" "Don't 'with who' me. The tall one. Dark hair. Jawline that should be illegal in at least twelve states." She folded her hands on the table like she was conducting a board meeting. "Who is he and why were you arriving to school with him at eight in the morning?" I speared a piece of broccoli. "That's Silas. He's Leo's best friend." "Your brother Leo." "I only have one brother, Maya." "And you just — what, carpooled?"

He tilted his head slightly, studying us all as if we were pieces on a chessboard. “I was once called General Varian,” he said, his voice like a blade cutting through the tension. “I served the Abyss.” I was already moving, but Selene grabbed my wrist before I could lunge. “Wait.” Varian raised an eyebrow. “I am not here to fight. I am here to warn you.” I snarled. “Why the hell would we trust you?” His lips curled into a smirk. “Because the war isn’t over. You think sealing the Abyss Wolf ended this? You are wrong.”

Vincent Valerius grinned at his second brother, before raising up his arms in defense at seeing the dark clouds threatening to cover half of Varyan’s face. “Hey! You can’t hit your older brother!” Vincent took a step back with laughter brightening up his pupils. Varyan’s face contorted into a terrible frown. His brows were locked so tight and lips pursed tensely that Vincent immediately waved his raised hands to signal his surrender. “Whoa, you really are one scary bastard! How will you even charm your wife if you look like that?” “Shut up! Who says I want to charm that skinny tribute?”