Break The Shackles Novels & Stories

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

"No deals. He wanted to destroy me, destroy us. Now he lives with the consequences." Two weeks later, the news breaks. Christopher Blake is being charged with multiple counts of securities fraud and tax evasion. The scandal is massive, all over the news. Anthony calls me. "Thank you." "For what?" "For giving me a chance to do the right thing. For believing I could change." "What are you going to do now?" "Start over. Build something on my own, without my father's shadow hanging over me. Maybe someday I'll be half the person you are." "Good luck, Anthony."

Though I couldn’t recall the specifics, I knew the ending was bleak, and I was caught in a story about to repeat itself. At that moment, my focus sharpened with a clarity that cut through the chaos. Pretending to be broken, I lowered my eyes to the floor, fragile in appearance—a guise behind which my rebellious spirit stirred. Fingertips grazing the cool metal of the cuffs, I worked quietly to unshackle the chains binding my wrists. No one seemed to notice, their attention captivated by the child and the twisted menace it represented.

leanor replied. Her hands were clenched under the table, she wished she could hit the sly smile away from Erica's face. She chewed her tongue quietly to suppress her anger. She knew she needed to endure for the sake of her son. Erica looked at her in surprise. Was Leanor really not hurt? Her face looked very beautiful and fair, she wore a black retro suit. Erica gritted her teeth at how beautiful Leanor looks, after what happened four years ago, Leanor should have been broken and not able to pick her life back.

Back to the beach house... Ashley's body grew tense. She tried to pry his arms off her, but it seemed to be getting harder. Anton had pressed her completely on the couch making her movements limited. She felt so helpless but she didn't intend to stop. She gathered all her strength to free herself from his grasp but his body weight felt like a huge boulder hovering above her. With difficult breathing, she grumbled. "Mr. Stanford... Let go of me, please!"

The body shackle fell to the floor with a clang. Next came the shackles around my feet. They broke easier than the one around my waist. Was made of a thinner metal. But my hands were breaking open and scaring over in record time. Phaedra should have fucking waited. The bitch should have known I would need another day or two to get Adelia back home. Not rush in guns blazing. With my feet free, this only left my hands. I wasn’t going to rip them from my wrists with only one hand. No. I had to break my thumbs.

Vince practically begged, sighing as he tried to calm himself down. Love. On the rare occasions that Vince feels his Serene coming back to him as who she really is and not another personality she’s created to delude herself, he calls out to her with all his heart in the hopes that she will stay. Yet no matter how many times he did, his Serene would still leave. Each time she does, the shackles binding him to the ground become heavier… And yet Serenity, despite becoming the monster that she thinks she’s turned into, will feel a glimmer of hope within her…and still choose to shut it down. She has a strong belief that maybe, Vince really is her salvation and that she must never let go of him. E

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

A curse. I touched my belly, my thoughts a silent promise. In thirty days, when the blood moon rises, the chains on our souls will be shattered. Austen, this is what you owe me.