Bed Ties Novels & Stories

"It was the aftereffect of using Ancestral Bowl of Ardyth." My brow dropped. "What is the after effect?" "I should have warned you."; he sat up beside me, combing his hair with his hand. "The Ardyth Ancestral Bowl doesn't just confirm the bond but It heightens the emotional rush and sexual urge of the confirmed mates as an aftereffect." "So I wasn't in control of myself?” I asked with raised eyebrows. "Yes, I wasn't either. I had thought I would be the only one to feel the aftereffects

The words he'd said. I parked my bike inside the old shed at the edge of our property, my heart still racing from the ride, or maybe from the kiss. I made sure everything was hidden before pushing aside the loose floorboard in the corner. Beneath it was a trapdoor, camouflaged by grass and dirt. I pulled it open and climbed down into the dark, damp tunnel that ran under the grounds.

How hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself. The tension rolled tighter. One more second, one more breath, and there would be no going back.

Of course, I blocked her out but I couldn't ignore the fluffy cat nestled in her arm. I cocked a brow at the too tight collars, small feather cap, the jewelry dangling from one ear and the crocheted shoes around its four paws. "Aren't you suffocating your cat with all that stuff?" It came out of my mouth before I could stop it and Betty froze, along with her minions. They glared at me as if I'd spoken blasphemy and I cursed my tongue for being too hasty. Betty, on the other hand, grinned widely and I shuddered. She stepped forward and I stepped back.

He took the wheel and drove along the path the van had taken. When the van came to a halt, Ophelia felt two people carrying her somewhere. Her hands and legs were tied, and she tried to fight back as they dragged her inside. They tightened their grip on her arms as she thrashed. They threw her to the ground, and she groaned as her rib collided with something solid on the ground. Ophelia managed to keep her head from being injured, but the pain shot up over the area where her rib had come into contact with the rock. Ophelia groaned in pain as she heard footsteps approaching her. The footsteps stopped and for a moment there was silence.

Outside the Hospital – Adrian’s Restraint Adrian stood alone beneath the buzzing glow of a flickering street lamp, its yellow light casting long shadows over the hospital parking lot. Leaning against the driver’s side of his car, he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture rigid. The cool metal pressed into his back, but he barely felt it. His fists—bruised and swollen from the fight with Noah—remained balled tight at his sides, hidden beneath the folds of his coat.

Apart from a few hours of sleep,Mia spent all her time pouring out all her digital media. Three days later, she was finally able to send a final design to the client. The bespoke ensemble consisted of a double breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. Over the course of her work, Mia had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or so. After all her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same time.

His arms wrapped around her knees. She caught him. One hand on his shoulder. The other in his wild hair. "Hi, buddy. You look very handsome." "I can tie my own tie now!" He pulled back. Held up a clip-on tie. Navy blue with white dots. "See?" "That's impressive." "Ethan says it doesn't count because it's clip-on but I think it counts." "It definitely counts." Ethan made a sound from the couch. Soft. Could have been disagreement. Could have been nothing.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.