Chained Up Novels & Stories

I didn't know much about being linked before but I was taught by my mother that if a witch is linked to someone her entire life depends on her master. And since he had initiated something last night, my body craved for his attention now. It was one of the side effects of being linked to someone. The More attention your master gives you the more you become dependent on them. That's Why I told him it would be nothing for him but it'll ruin my entire peace of mind when he will not pay attention to me afterwards. We got off the car once his office arrived, and were soon met with some of his employees at the entrance.

I slip down the wall, escaping his hold. "I'm a seagull, go fuck yourself," I flap my arms wildly, running away in a zig zag. "DUNNNA DUNNA DO DO DO DO!" He huffs. Walking after me. "Why are you so drunk? It's only two pm?" he calls. "Because I'm a-" "Seagull go fuck myself, I know," He finished in irritation. I pause, looking at him. "Dunna Dunna do-" "Oh god." "DO DO DO!"

I cursed myself, but it was too late. The number had been sent…and so had the message. I felt like I couldn’t escape anymore. And why should I? Alexander Harrison had no interest in me now anyway. - Rubbing my forehead over and over, my eyes bloodshot, I probably looked like a madman. Saba hadn’t given me today’s dose, and the withdrawal was making me restless. My body burned with fever, and I was desperately chain-smoking, trying in vain to satisfy the gnawing need for drugs inside me. The craving was like a thorn lodged in my body, driving me to do anything just to satisfy it.

Xurden woke up in a searing pain drilling his head. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in the very middle of the dome underground. They tied his hands in golden chains attached to two dark pillars, making his wrist numb and burned. His skin had now red wounds. At the brief movement he made, he winced crazily. He couldn’t think of a way to free himself because the chains had drained all of his strength.

“That’s better baby. You’ll like this in the end.” He chained her wrists to the headboard again. Pulled back the bedding, and fastened her ankles apart. Naked as she was, he straightened and gazed upon his mate. “Gorgeous, now I won’t be long. You will feel like it’s longer, but you may not fully realize it after a while.” Tara whimpered and thrashed where she lay. “What are you going to do?”

"You've been busy." "I've been working," I said. "While you were planning this ambush, I was saving your investments." He leaned back. He studied me like I was a puzzle he hadn't solved yet. Then he said, "We'll give you sixty days. Prove this works. Or we find someone who can." Sixty days. It wasn't a vote of confidence. It was a leash. I nodded once. "Sixty days." I capped the marker and returned to my chair. I didn't sit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have calls to make.”

Maintaining our whisper, she met me face to face. "Honestly, I don't know. I'll try." "Please, Chels. We can do much more together than apart. We've already proven that." "Fucking jail break?" she asked with a hint of her old self. "I've been told you're kick-ass." She shrugged. "Maybe I can remember how, as long as I have my best friend by my side." ***** Chelsea slipped down the back stairs while I waited and descended the front. We were both late, not by normal standards, but this wasn't normal. This was Montague Manor.

That was the chain. That was always the chain.

Rogan woke up in a strange room, he felt his back hurting him, he wanted to lift up his hand trying to ease the pain but he discovered that he can't lift it, his hand was chained. "What the f***?? What's going on?? Why am I chained?? Where am I??" He questioned himself rhetorically. Rogan looked around the room. The place was strange, he looked up just to see where the chain started which was above his head. The chain traveled from above his head, down to his back to his hands and legs.

he said caressing my chin softly. " Please " I dobbed, am I really going to die, no I can't die here my baby, my baby needs to see the world, my dad must live I can't die with him, I can't die here, I took my defence there was a broken bottle nere by, despite the blood gushing from my hand, I kept striving to cut the God damn rope. I finally did, I took the bottle still with blood and bruises on my hand, I remained calm watching the man for quiet a while.