Chained Up Novels & Stories

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

I’m still stuck on the word fugitive, the syllables like chains clinking around my neck. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

So I lay back, my heart pounding, and let the anesthesia carry me away. But when I woke up… I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was on a cold floor. My wrists ached, and my legs felt too heavy to move. There was no blanket, no soft voice, no smell of medicine. Only chains. I was chained. Like an animal. Like a prisoner. And I didn’t know where I was—or why. Until I fully understand now.

Robby walked to the living room to hang with the guys. Red broke the silence, "Ok. What is going on? The dread in the air, is worse than ever. I'm a wiccan, I have gifts but not like you do, but something is not right." Peggy spoke before I could open my mouth, "It's not just you! She feels it too. And her gifts are saying she needs to figure out why and fast. She is trying to figure out if she needs to break the chains, she put on her self-years ago. But doing that could break her grandma's chains, that she put on her when she was born. And she doesn't know why her grandma did this in the first place." When Peggy finished, she was out of breath because she just brought Red up to speed in a

Cold, hard metal digging into my skin. Both of my legs are chained too. My breath quickens.No… no, this can’t be happening.nI try to move, but the chains restrict me completely. I try to turn my neck A sharp pull stops me My throat tightens My neck is chained to the wall. My whole body is chained to the wall. What the hell is this? I try to push myself up, but I can’t. My My body feels weak and heavy. Why can’t I remember anything?What happened? My mind races and suddenly

I shouted out between barely repressed whimpers, "I don't enjoy such thrills." "Good," was the mischievous answer. He moved down, still taking all the time in the world, the stubble on his chin offering a tickling scratch. He loosened my belt, and pushed aside my robe, further and further, until it left my chest. At once. I instinctively tried to cover myself. My wrists were regained by his hand, which pinned them above my head.

My limbs felt heavy, like they didn’t belong to me. My hands were chained above my head. The cold bite of metal against my skin sent a sharp awareness through me. My wrists were wrapped tightly around something hard—maybe a metal bar or hook attached to the ceiling. I pulled. Nothing. The chain didn’t move. It didn’t even rattle. It was tight. Too tight. The metal cut into my skin, sending pain shooting down my arms, but I couldn’t stop myself from trying again. I looked around.

I don’t know how long I have stood in the middle of the room chained up. My hands were now pulled taunt above my head causing them to ache. My fingers were tingling from lack of blood flow but I had nothing to do. The stupid beta made sure that he cut me then later came back and chained me again.

SOMEWHERE UP TOWN The dominant footsteps that echoed against the concrete walls of an old building awakened Lucas. When he tried to move, he was restrained by chains. The dangling of the chain around his neck couldn’t let him move his head freely. Both hands were chained to a wooden chair. When he tried to move his feet, he was restrained by the shackles on his feet. He tried to get a clear look at the situation at hand but his eyes were still bleary. “Am I a dog that you chained me like one?”

No, this one jerked harshly, ripped at him, sank deep into his bones, and lingered there. “No.” His voice shook. “No, no, no.” He tugged at the chains, fear mounting. There was no way this was real. He had already fallen apart, broken beyond repair. Facing one more bond,another shove away,felt impossible. The pull intensified. It fell from high above, beyond the rocky barriers, and through the old meeting room. Out here, beyond the group. Eiren's hands trembled, and his breathing was quick and uneven. He pressed his back against the rear wall of the cell,shrinking inward as if he could vanish.