Bed Ties Novels & Stories

As he lowered his face, he could see the woman grinning as she showed her two fingers forming a symbol piece. "Do not be angry. I can't tie the real tie knot." She said as honestly as possible. Meanwhile Stev was still stunned where he was. He looked incredulously at his tie. The knot made by Bella was completely out of shape. Far from what he had previously imagined. As if a child had just been toyed with, Stev glared at Bella. "Why didn't you tell me from the start?" He said grimly. And in a flash the man fixed the cover with his own two hands.

She wasn't sure if he would eat, but she hoped he would as the food was something she had put a lot into making. Robinson had told her to always set the table whenever she made it. It wasn't assured that he'll make it to the table but she was just to place it there for him (and Charles). Charles walked into the room first, his body clad in a black suit that Madeline assumed was tailored and a black trouser that had been ironed thoroughly. When he neared the table, he took the suit off and was about to rest it on the chair's back when Madeline offered to hang it for him. He didn't raise an eyebrow but the surprise was large on his face.

I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her necklace or her shoes laces. I tip toed towards her so she couldn't sense my presence. I bent down in front of her and remove her fingers from the laces. "Let me..."I said to her and before she could protest,my fingers already begun their task while I felt her constant stare on me. "Done..."I got up on my feet and dusted off my hands once I tied both her boots laces properly. "You know you should do it."She said ticking a hair strand behind her ear.

"Wear the dress. Walk down the aisle. Say the vows. Just until we’re gone. He wouldn't suspect a thing, the veil will protect your face till the very end." My mouth went dry. "Rhea, that's insane. He’ll know.And like you said, he's a dangerous man. How is me taking your place going to help matters?" "No, he won’t," she said desperately. "With the veil, with the makeup... It’s just a ceremony. Afterwards you can get it annulled or something. Just buy us time. You just have to get married to him." She looked so small, so shattered, and despite everything—despite the jealousy, the years of feeling second-best to her—I felt my heart twist in my chest. Despite everything that had went on between

she said, "what do you do?" "I run companies in real estate and technology," Davis said. Though it keeps me busy, it's time draining." "Excellent," Peter remarked. "You have developed rather a reputation," he said. "Thank you," Davis said, somewhat shyly. Davis's eyes kept straying to Ethan, who was now tinkering with a toy car, as the talk went on. The young boy displayed something remarkably familiar. Which Davis sensed. "How old is he?," Davis asked abruptly, keeping his voice laid back.

“Every other boring rich guy around. You stand out with this. You should be thanking me.” I caught sight of the tie. Instead of the Windsor knot that Brayden usually spotted, the tie was knotted in, this one had a series of overlapping intricate folds. I wasn’t sure if it was better in the grand scheme of things but it was certainly fancier. How had she even gotten the fabric to do that? “It’s called an Eldredge knot.” Gwen said when she spotted my confusion. “Ah yes.” I said, nodding as if it was a fact that I had simply forgotten rather than one that I didn’t even know to begin with.

"First, we're going to tie you up. Make sure you can't move while we use you." I hear the sound of fabric sliding, and then Richard is there with his tie — expensive silk, navy blue — wrapping it around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. "Ethan," he says. "Your tie too." Ethan produces his own tie — lighter blue, equally expensive — and they work together to bind me more thoroughly. One tie around my wrists. The other looped through it and tied to the leg of the desk, keeping me bent over, unable to rise, completely helpless.

“You think this changes anything?” Savannah stepped beside Jackson, her hand slipping into his without thinking. “Yes,” she said. “It changes everything.” The purge countdown blared again: Twenty-nine minutes until irreparable system failure. Harrison laughed breathlessly. “You won’t stop it in time.” Jackson cocked the gun. “Watch me.” Cole tightened his hold. “We need to lock him down. Fast.” Savannah nodded. “Bind him. And then we end this purge.” Jackson dropped the gun into his belt, blood still seeping from his shoulder. He grabbed a length of fallen wiring and tied Harrison’s wrists expertly while Cole secured his ankles.

"Is Rick ganging up on you with everyone else? "I zoomed in on the tie. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it! It's just a normal tie." Hearing that, I finally relaxed and vented to her. "Exactly! I spent over eight grand on this tie. It's not some cheap knockoff." I kept complaining, not noticing that my friend's angry muttering had suddenly stopped. "Did you really buy this tie for your son?" The question hit me like ice water. The store clerk, my husband, and my mother had all asked the same thing before turning on me.

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”