Break The Shackles Novels & Stories

I had to escape… I looked at the chain and shackles and took a deep breath. The power within me started to hum, slowly creeping into my veins and filling the whole of me. I exhaled and watched the gentle sparks of light shine through my skin. I drew another breath and focused my energy on my restraints. The light slipped through my skin and wrapped around the steel. As I breathed out the air, the shackles and chain cracked and then fell to pieces. I huffed a small laugh. It worked. I was free!

There was nowhere left to run that wouldn’t lead me back into the same weight I had been trying to escape. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like I had an exit. For the first time in years, I genuinely felt trapped.

LEAH My freedom began with a click and I still stuck on that click even if it felt good, it felt like a relief, but I couldn't keep myself in this position, I had just few hours before they come back, and I needed to get out of here quietly It was so soft I almost thought I imagined it. Just a quiet snick of metal giving way, but it roared through me like thunder. The first shackle was off. Three more to go, I took a deep breath not blinking an eye as I pushed further knowing my life depended on the outcome of my predicament.

" The car was almost on top of me. Then, out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard out of the way. It was Jack. I hit the ground, unharmed. Jack, however, was not so lucky. His arm was broken. Sheila was arrested on the spot for attempted murder. Only then did I learn what had happened after everything. When Andrew found out that my experiment had actually succeeded back then, all of his rage turned toward Sheila. He hated her for destroying his only chance at recovery, and he made sure she paid for it. He beat her. Humiliated her. Threw her out of the Smith family. Worst of all, he sent her to the lowest, darkest places, where she was left to suffer at the hands of countless men. That was what

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

There was no way he could break it. Amos tried to pull the chain off the pole. It was the same. He couldn't. At that moment, the door opened. Riel entered the room. "That chain is very strong. You cannot break it," he said. He was carrying clothes. Amos looked at Riel. "Why are you imprisoning me like this?" "What do you think?" "I won't escape!" "You should have thought of that before you left the room last night." Amos immediately recalled the events of last night at the banquet. He fell silent.

I managed to get out of the bed I was laying on Luckily my hands weren't chained or anything I tested out my arms and feet Whatever those healers had done they did it pretty good because I wasn't in pain I needed to find a way out of here but first I needed a weapon I looked around and my eyes landed on a full body mirror I did what a normal person would do in times like this I broke it and took the sharpest piece while being mindful of the broken shards on the floor I prayed to the deities for the door to be unlocked and surprisingly it was .

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

I'm just glad that Jacob didn't loose himself after that tragic rejection. "The bonds between mates are too strong. I don't know about your sister if she feels the same way. But anyway, since it's too strong and once you broke the bond between the two of you, the rejector will suffer a consequences. Mates are born for each other and by breaking it, you are against the law and you will be punished." "W-What is the punishment? What kind of consequences?" I asked nervously. It took a long time before aunt Divina spoke. The longer she didn't speak, the more nervous my hands sweated. "What kind of punishment?" I asked again impatiently.

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.