Chained Soldier Ch 1 Novels & Stories

He raised himself, and without hesitation, he entered me with force, He thrust into me roughly and it felt so good. He pulled himself out again and went back to teasing me with his mouth. He licked and gently sucked on my clit. He allowed me to get close to climaxing and then he came back up and entered his manhood inside of me again. He used even more force than he did the first time. He gripped my chain with his hands."You're mine forever " "I'm chained to you forever."I moaned.

"Sir, I'm ordered to ensure your safety." "Thank you," Chad replied, looking at the two cars and slowly walking toward them. "Old man, weren't you always tough in a fight? Yet here you are, lying down already. You should've taken it easy at your age," Chad murmured, feeling a lump in his throat. "Junior brother, your son is getting married. Why couldn't you wait until then?" Just then, a soldier on the plane shouted, "Someone's lost it again!" Chad looked out the window and saw a soldier having a breakdown, screaming and shouting frantically. The sight of a battle-hardened soldier breaking down made Chad shudder at the thought of how brutal the firmament must be.

The soldier fisted his hands against the sandy floor and gritted his teeth. Chloe watched his slouched form with sympathy in her eyes. This was her seventh win in a row for the day. It all ended in just a few minutes, no matter what kind of element they were using. All of them were in this form as Chloe loomed over them. They were unable to comprehend their defeat and Chloe couldn't even smile for her win. This was not victory at all. This was showing mercy. And she felt sick whenever these soldiers kneel before her, looking so much defeated. Looking at the soldiers right now, Chloe figured that the bandits were better off in war than them.

To survive the man who destroyed my life. I close my eyes. I try to sleep. But all I can see is the red moon. All I can feel is the chain. I am a rogue. I am a survivor. I will find a way. I wait for the next person to open the door. I wait for the next battle. I am ready.

“I will not do anything stupid.” His brow lifted. “Fine,” I corrected. “I will not do the stupidest thing available.” “That is not reassuring.” “It is realistic.” A shout rose from the village. Cassian released me. The first illusion took hold. A Thorncrest soldier near the eastern cottages spun suddenly, shouting that the roof behind him was burning. Another soldier cursed and ran toward a patch of perfectly normal snow, swatting at flames only he could see. Then screaming began. Not real.

“The old tunnels connect to the lower levels. But they are heavily guarded. We will have to move carefully, quietly. And we will have to face whatever the Council throws at us.” I looked at the fortress, at the pulsing core, at the cages filled with my ancestors. “Then we move.” I stepped forward, the crown blazing on my brow. The night had ended. The war was beginning. And I was ready to fight. END OF CHAPTER 30

“By the way, Miguel. This is Annabelle, my only daughter and my youngest child. She’s on her third year. Dear, please pay respect to Lt. Luis Miguel Saavedra. He is a soldier, an officer at the camp.” “Good morning Sir,” the young lady greeted in a soft voice. She was stunned as he stood up and asked for her hand. She stared at his hand before reaching out hers. Their hands touched with a soft grip as they shook hands. She was like elated as she felt his, drawn up to her elbows. She immediately let go as if she was burnt. “Good morning. Nice to meet you, Annabelle,” the soldier greeted. His voice was so delightful to her ears. It brought another flutter to her body. She got more tensed so sh

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

And as she looked at them, their bodies bared and vulnerable, she knew this was just the beginning. The room hummed with anticipation, the air heavy with the promise of what was to come. Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind alive with possibilities. She had stepped into uncharted territory, had embraced a power she never knew she craved. And as she sat there, surrounded by whips and chains and the silent devotion of her slaves, she felt the weight of choice, a choice that could redefine her entirely.

"If any of it was real—if even one night between us was real—reject me. End this bond. Don’t chain me and still call it strength. Please. You know what it means. If you cast me out—if you cast me from your household, from the pack—my binding breaks. I can regain my strength. I can face them." He let a hand fall along his sword as if to steady himself against an internal ache. Instead of answering, he lifted his chin and walked away. His soldiers followed, ordered and indifferent. At the edge of the clearing he paused only to give a curt nod, not to me, but to Chloe. She clung to him, a bird that had found a branch to call her own.