Broken Chains Hands Novels & Stories

The midnights cold sinks into my exposed body, limp from fatigue. My chest heaves with exhaustion. My icy hands throb in agony, the rough metal chains biting steadily into my skin like razor-sharp teeth. I tug uselessly at the painful restriction, desperation fueling my struggles. I can barely feel my hands. Thick trails of dried blood lines my arms from the cuts made into my wrist by the chains. Each heartbeat slowly yet surely becomes painful. "Please...let me go," I whisper, my voice cracking.

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

A lump formed in my throat, choking off my words. I forced a small smile. "I know." That was all I could manage to say. He frowned and gently brushed his fingers over the stitches. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "You've always had a low pain tolerance." My nose stung. I took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back the wave of emotion. "I'm fine." The words were a struggle to get out. "I'll give you the Moonlight Gem necklace again at the ceremony. We'll do it right, then."

"Your time to shine." Chicago created an energy blade in his right hand, made of his yellow colored spiritual prowess. He opened his eyes while stepping forward to face the demons, Chicago said. "Strike me."

And for the first time since he appeared in that tent— before the explosion, before Duke’s taunts, before the blood— I break. I fall into him, chains and all, sobbing into his chest while he wraps his arms around me like he’ll die if he lets go. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper. “I won’t,” he promises into my hair. The bond pulses once more. Alive. Trying. Reaching. And somewhere deep inside me— Something cracks open. Jake pulls back just enough to look at my wrists. The chains glow faintly — a sick silver light threading through ancient symbols carved into the metal. They pulse like veins. They hum like trapped voices. They feel alive.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

The loud cry tore out of my chest. PRRRRRAAAA! The chains in my hand broke free.

Then, as I opened the next box, my breath caught. Inside, there was a picture of Anita, carefully placed beneath a layer of dark chains that looked eerily intentional. Chains? Around her picture? It felt wrong, unnatural, as though this arrangement was part of some twisted ritual. My hand instinctively reached for the chains, but the moment I touched them, a burning sensation shot through my fingers, and I dropped them back onto the photo, barely stifling a gasp of pain.

he groaned more and more Flinging his hands up and down trying to break free from the chain, but it was all in vain as the chain clamped his hands together His effort seemed to be not compare with what his hands were chained with. And the more frustrating thing about everything was that, no matter how hard he strained his eyes, everything was blank. He couldn't see anyone or where he was. Not even the chains used in clamping his hands together. Not even the clanging sound of the chains. But the only thing that seemed to be around was the pain he was feeling because of the chain, yet the chain seemed invisible but left him in pain. Making him groan more and more and in a deep voice filled wit

I noticed that he was now holding a small case and I am sure that it was a first aid kit. Who was injured? Because of confusion I did not immediately understand what he said so he voluntarily took my hand and get a chair to sit on. It was only then that I noticed the small part of my hand was red. Maybe because some of the coffee was dripped there when I jumped earlier in surprise. "I-It's okay, just a little burn. I'm alright, you can eat first.” I said and withdrew my hand. It was really small that's why I didn't notice it either. His jaw tightened before he looked at me seriously. I felt nervous by his stare. "Give me your hand," he commanded.