Chained Hands Tl Smith Novels & Stories

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Carter’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table, eyes locked on the photographs. He’d gone through them three times already, as if each pass would reveal some secret he’d missed. “It’s not over.” The words burned in the space between us like a fuse waiting to ignite. “This handwriting,” he muttered. “It’s too clean. Someone wanted you to read it clearly. No smudges, no rush. This was intentional.” I sat across from him on the couch, arms wrapped around my knees. “You think it’s a message?”

-0-0-0- "-Diane, why are your hands so cold?" He was looked so concerned but with his worrying gaze to Diane as she was stared at him by biting her inner cheek, the sexy teasing cowboy smile with his mustache was gone replaced by the care sexy man. Why he is so enchanting with shining brown eyes, his expression darkened and a muscle twitched in his jaw made her like him even more, his combed hair made her want to reach up and soothe it-

Her heart throbbed loudly as if it was a child that saw a new toy to play with. The girl ran in a hurry towards the necklace to get it from its shelf. But even before she could fully grasp it, it suddenly shone, faded, floated and then moved as if alive into her right hand. The girl was startled by the coldness of the iron but she recovered immediately. When it reached her elbow, it stopped and then wrapped around her five fingers—making five finger chain rings and bracelets.

How would she correct the impression? Moreover, she slapped him. He had never raised his hand on her. He did threaten but he never followed through with his threat. She raised her hand first and slapped him. Yet, he was restrained enough to retaliate by slapping her bum instead of her face. She tentatively laid her hand on her sit spot. It was smarting and she was still heavy with regret. She winced at the ache and prayed for the sting to die down. She stayed there buried in cycles of the same thoughts about everything leading up to the present moment.

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

Isla taunts. An agonizing scream is torn out of me when my hands and legs are grasped together and a searing pain engulfs them. They really did it, they put me in silver chains. They're trying to kill me. The chains burn into my skin and the smell of burnt flesh fills my nostrils while I writhe in agony, the excruciating pain the only thing my mind can register. I feel myself being lifted up and moved.

The cellar reeked of old iron, sweat, and something far more primal—fear. Sera stood still, her boots scraping softly against the damp concrete as her eyes locked with the man chained to the chair. The overhead bulb swung slightly, casting shadows that danced over his face—pale, bloodied, and defiant. Dante Thorne. Valerio's cousin. Once trusted. Now exposed. "You really thought you could outmaneuver him?" Sera's voice was low but piercing.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She had thought she could handle this. She had thought she could pretend. But the past never truly fades. And no matter how much she smiled… her body still remembered. ***

"You take so long, but it's okay…" "It's worth it, Ria ..." "It was all paid off, even I'll be chained to death waiting for you ..." I stared at him and stroke his hair bad. He smiled like his usual perpetual scowl. Watching me in an alluring way, painful. His eyes were bloodshot as I saw how tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's only you…" "You're more than enough, Ria…" My lips irk there to smiled at him in an oozing way. I nod as we both were in tears reading Ambre's hand written. "After all, we are chained to dust…"