Chained To You Novels & Stories

"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…"

She typed her response: I guess Do you like me? I like your virtual personality. A laughing smiley appeared as his next message, making her smile. That is a good one. Thanks. I guess you should be here already? The waiting was killing her. I am closer than you think. I just have a burning desire to chat with you briefly. Tamara found that intriguing. This guy was just too much. He was unpredictable and it made him enigmatic, igniting her curiosity to meet and know him.

Carlos Hernandez to the entire underworld. I stepped behind her. My chest brushed her back, and I felt her spine stiffen. Slowly, I draped the thin gold chain around her throat. The pendant, engraved on the back with my family crest and a hidden tracking chip, settled against her skin. My fingers lingered at the clasp, tracing the delicate line of her neck, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my thumb. One twist and the clasp locked with a quiet click. She was collared now. Mine in every way that mattered.

I nodded in affirmation and he motioned for me to rise. "Say this after me" "This day, I swear." The Guardian voice boomed. "This day, I swear." I intoned. "To stay together, through thick or thin." "To stay together through thick or thin." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "If our bond be broken, let this be the end of all worlds, destruction of all that breathes. Let this bond stand the test of time!!!"

"What if..." "What if you don't see me?" "No. What if you are with someone else?" "I can't be with someone else. You're my mate and for as long as I do not reject you, the mate bond will always exist" "And I will be able to see you?" He nodded. "You will". He pulled off his neck chain. "This belonged to my mother and has been with me since birth. Take it. It's a token of my promise to you that I will wait for you". He stretched it to her.

He brought it to my neck while mom and Hari aunty lifted my braided hair up so he could tie it at the back of my neck. He tied three knots, it signifies that we knotted together in a holy bond called marriage forever. My fingers touched the gold metal feeling overwhelmed suddenly as Abhiman's words flooded in my eyes. It's the wedding chain which granny had given him for me twenty years ago. My eyes filled in instantly as my eyes darted to Abhiman. His eyes also glistened with tears and a heart swell smile playing on his lips. I really love him! After that we were called for Sthalipakam ritual.

“It means you’re not part of the pack anymore. You’re something else,something they can’t touch.” “What am I, then?” "Mine." That's it. No doubt. "Only I,nobody else gets a say."

He stood behind me and for a second, nothing happened. Then cold fingers gently grazed my skin as he pushed my hair over my shoulders, exposing my neck. “Did you really think you could run from me, Snowflake?” Then a sharp hit to my neck artery plunged me right into darkness.

I joked. “No Aiden, it isn't. It says here that with every bond, friendship, family, love, hate, desire, and the like, regardless of whether the person stays or leaves, there's always a whole or residual piece of the soul of that person left in your mind. Hence, Soul Chain”. He explained further. “That sounds stupid,” I said. We both looked at ourselves, amused by the concept of what had just read, and we laughed aloud, heartily, to our heart's content.

I know my eyes must be the size of saucers, but I sense that he is building anticipation. "Lie down on the mattress on your front, arms above your head, resting your cheek on the cover," Alex says. I do exactly as he asks and he strides around the platform confidently to where my wrists are. He quickly cuffs them before attaching them to a rope that comes out the side of the platform so that I can't move my arms. Alex then moves behind me and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he now has a further two cuffs, which he attaches around each ankle and then secures them so that my legs are spread. I can feel the cool air between my thighs and I find myself squirming in expectancy.