Champagne And Shackles Theme Novels & Stories

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

She bade the women goodbye and started to attend to other buyers in the shop. .. The house was rowdy with movement, and decorations round the corner of the house gave it a very vibrant and colourful outlook. The living room was decorated in gold and navy-blue colours, using ribbons, flowers and balloons. The large chandelier sparkled with very bright light that radiated and illuminated the entire room.

I had lived a sheltered life as a college student, and now I was being toyed with by a stranger while surrounded by people. Shame surged within me without warning. I felt the urge to sob, but my throat closed, and my voice deserted me. Worse still, the pressure forced my thong inward and sent a restless, prickling discomfort through my body that wouldn't fade. A quiet, involuntary sound escaped me, and the embarrassment followed instantly. I gathered myself and strained to suppress it, holding it down until my throat tightened. The blaring music and the screams around me drowned everything out. With every eye fixed on the stage, no one was aware of what was happening to me.

Chapter 77 “So, am I the only one feeling weird about this place? It feels like somebody staring at me, and I don't like that I can’t ask them, WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT!” Mina yelled, into the street as they all got out of the car to go check in to their hotel as she pulled a bag of chips out of her back pocket. The bag was in perfect condition not one broken chip in sight. “See, this what the fuck I'm talking about, we haven't been here five seconds, and she already starting shit with the air. And where the hell did you get those god damn chips and juice from? I'm telling you now Mina, we not starting this bullshit again. We're all pregnant now and you're gonna share those damn snacks o

--- Later Deandra’s mansion pulsed with music. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol hung heavy in the air. Girls strutted in lace and silk; men wore little more than pajama pants and confidence. Masks glimmered under strobing lights. In the corner, champagne cascaded down a girl’s cleavage while her partner licked it away. The dance floor was a frenzy of grinding bodies. “If it isn’t our Queen Supreme!” I was lifted and spun before I even registered the voice. Strong arms held me, laughter ringing against my ear.

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!!!"

Her dark hair, usually styled in a sleek updo, was loosened tonight, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, a subtle rebellion against the usual corporate formality. The celebratory candles flickered, their warm light reflecting in the amber liquid of her champagne flute, the delicate crystal cool against her fingertips, a stark contrast to the steely determination that usually characterized her demeanor, the faint tingle of the chilled champagne a momentary respite from the relentless pressure. The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses in the opulent setting of "The Gilded Lily" – a bar known for its plush velvet seating and dimly lit corners – formed a comforting backd

She closed her eyes, feeling the whisper return, faint, like the hiss of wind through the cracks in the walls. Little wolf… You will be mine. Silver shivered, curling tighter into herself. The mental cage had begun, and there was no lock she could pick, no key she could hold. Drogo’s invasion was only beginning. And in the shadows, even Arthur and Ronan could feel the chill of what was coming.

I squealed in excitement. Preparation began and in no time, everything was all set. The speaker blazed with pulsing beats which vibrated through the floor. We all shook our bodies on the dance floor- the maids included. Champagne was poured, toast was made, and glasses clinked. Every step I took, every rhythm I moved with, was a celebration of my success. It was time already- time for pain to cling tightly onto Cassandra and never let her go. I envisaged Cassandra curled up on the floor, too weak to scream as she bled. And if at all she had the strength to scream, no one would hear her.