Champagne And Shackles Theme Novels & Stories

The old one is retired. Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. It was cold and heavy, the weight of a shackle disguised as a crown jewel. That evening, she stood before her bedroom mirror, naked but for the marks on her skin. She held the platinum collar to her throat. It clicked shut with a soft, final snick, magnetic and secure. It sat just above the faint line left by the old leather one, a cold, beautiful brand. She looked like a pagan goddess sacrificed to a modern god.

"Don't be ridiculous, Terrence, and stop using such an awful word! You're treating me like a goddamn villain!" Terrence couldn't help smirking "But you look like a hot villain right now. And I'm eager to surrender if you use your deadly charms on me." "Hmm.." Athena began poking her fingers into his chest with a devilish grin. "You're aware that I've got mood swings from time to time right?" "U-huh!" He nodded.

Dorian reached beneath her veil and whispered, “I vow to follow your darkness.” Then kissed her slow, possessive, bruising and when they turned toward the altar crowd again, their joined hands gleamed not with rings but with matching tattoos inked over their fingers: “Veritas.” Truth. As applause rose, the chandelier above them flickered once. Then shattered. Glass shards rained over the crowd. And a scream tore the air from the back of the hall. The chandelier crash was deafening. Shards pinged against marble. A woman screamed again this time closer. Then chaos bloomed: guests scattering, masks dropped, security surged forward in black suits with glowing earpieces.

This new identity was a costume I hadn't learned to wear yet. "Champagne," Marcus announced, producing bottles. "To celebrate." "I can't drink," I said automatically, hand on my stomach. "The baby." "Sparkling cider for you, then." He poured, distributed glasses. "To new alliances. To revenge. To the destruction of everyone stupid enough to underestimate you both." We drank. The cider was sweet, almost cloying. I wanted real champagne, wanted to get drunk and forget everything for a few hours. But the baby demanded sobriety.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, someone pushed several iron cages onto the stage. The lights around the cages looked quite creepy. “Ladies and gentlemen, the items you have been waiting for are in the cages. I’ll remove this cloth for you to make your selection!” The host lifted the cloth from the cages to reveal a group of women in front of everyone. Their hands and feet were chained with iron shackles that glowed with faint luster. The women were not strong, around the late stage of the first zone on average. It would be extremely difficult for them to break free from these specially crafted shackles.

My heels were stilettos kissed in champagne shimmer, and my lips were the color of betrayal. “Someone’s going to fall to their knees tonight,” Shane murmured, dressed in a charcoal tux with a blood-red tie that matched my nails. “Let’s just hope it’s not me,” I replied. He offered his arm. “Let’s go break some hearts.” A few hours later, we arrived at the venue. It looked like a royal palace had gotten drunk on Pinterest—lavender florals, gold cutlery, glass chandeliers suspended like upside-down clouds. Isabella’s taste was sickeningly romantic. Dreamy and Pure.

We submit Maddy’s name and on Thursday the seniors have an assembly during last period so the planning committee can announce the King and Queen nominees and so we can vote on the theme. We gather on the bleachers in the gym and the choices for the theme are Casino Royale, Moulin Rouge and Great Gatsby. There were way too many feathers and tassels for my liking in the teaser slides for both Moulin Rouge and Great Gatsby so my vote goes to Casino Royale which thankfully ends up winning. I lean over to Cade and whisper, “Do we think there will be poison martinis and assassinations there?” “Would be a lot more fun if there were,” He says back and I laugh quietly.

I thought the theme for this party was SEE NO EVIL. But all we've been doing since we got here is see evil. The party was an orgy, where you indulged in all types of sexual fantasies. I heard a crack of a whip, and my head instantly snapped in that direction. I saw one of the rich kids was having his naked body spanked by a lady with a whip. He was in chains, both his hands and feet were shackled on both sides to a pole. Whenever the whip came down, he jerked and cried, "Thank you, my queen."

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.