Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

The man said coldly then snapped the phone in half. Elleanna woke up in a dark, smelly concrete room. Jonathan was trying to contact her through mind-link, but she put up walls and blocked him to save him from the pain she was sure to endure. A few minutes after she woke up a man opened her door and drug her out the room to a stone table. She saw Dylan, Marcus, and Thomas chained to the wall in silver. They had marks on their shirtless bodies. She growled at the man dragging her and tried to squirm away. “AH..go ahead and fight…you aren’t getting out of here…”

He lightly clicked his mouse, and the surveillance footage from outside the marketing department the previous night appeared on the screen. Around ten o'clock, Ellie had stealthily made her way to the vicinity of the department. She brought her own lock to secure the door and took advantage of a moment when the security guard was on patrol to cut off the power in the office. In the darkness, she excitedly played a song on her phone and took great pleasure in hearing Chloe's screams. She laughed gleefully, taking great pleasure in Chloe’s misfortune. * After watching the entire process, Chloe was infuriated, her teeth itching with frustration. No wonder she had a constant feeling that someone

Julian slipped the flash drive into Eli’s suit pocket. “When the moment comes, you’ll know what to do.” Eli sat chained to the metal chair, staring at the damp concrete floor. The single bulb above them flickered again, casting shaky shadows across the basement walls. Water dripped steadily in the corner. The platinum collar around his neck felt heavier than ever, like it was pressing down on his throat, reminding him of every lie he had believed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Eli whispered. “Even after hearing that recording… part of me still wants to believe him.”

The princess whimpered as he shoved her head back, releasing his hold on her hair as he crouched in front of her; the new chain in hand. “Stop moving!” Darkous snarled, attaching the chain to ones already locked around her ankle’s before locking them into a small hook on the floor; bolting them in place. Elika screamed in frustration as the dark lord reached out, forcing her to lift her chin. He clipped the chain onto the leather collar around her neck, making it impossible for her to stand as he shortened the metal chain. He leaned back, releasing her as he examined the strength of the chains; smiling slightly as he tugged at them, propelling her forward in the chair. He watched as she pull

Besides, the two were also making plans for their big escape from the Devorare Pack. Ever since Ellie started to hear Eliza's voice, learning that Molly was now gone from her, she had been feeling her strength return to her, more than before. She tried to not show it, not at the risk of anyone in the pack finding out- be they Peter or whoever delivers their meal- but it really made her happy to hear that her strength was returning. So much so, she decided to spend her days doing whatever exercises she could do in her small cell. She was regaining her original power now; she wanted to harness it, so that she would be in her best condition come the day of her execution, and she make her great

Chains were bolted around my wrists and neck, holding me like a prisoner. "Alex!" Eleanor cried, but when I risked a glimpse at her, she was gone. Fuck! How could I let this happen? I yanked my hands but the chains held me down. I tried again, but this time, I pulled with greater strength to break the damn chains off. Did they really think they can stop me by fettering me like a dog?!

Makes Ellie and Chloe even more excited to hurt each other. They kept fighting until Mrs. Jolie, the librarian's teacher, came to intervene and dispersed the crowd. Ellie and Chloe were taken to the Student Chart room. Mrs. Jolie gave two punishments for them. First, Chloe had to clean the teachers' room and Ellie had to clean the library. They will also do additional work on the ISS. After treating her wound, Ellie went up to the third floor to clean the library in anger. He wasn't the one who started the fight first. But he was also punished, moreover, his cheek was injured by Chloe's claws. Ellie felt this was unfair.

The person who years from now would find the notebook and open it and see the drawings of the December light in the library corner and not understand them at first and then understand them completely. He thought: the chain does not move in one direction. The chain moves through everyone who attends. He thought: the four-year-old is not at the end of the chain. She is in the middle of it. "Yes," he said. "You're right." Ellie was quiet for a moment. The Saturday afternoon in the background — the house, the light through her window, wherever she was sitting. "The Farrow seat," she said. "Is that the chain too?"

And Damien's cold, controlled one. I threw on my robe and walked to the top of the stairs. Below, in the foyer, Damien stood with his back to me, his hands clenched at his sides. Eleanor was in front of him, elegant as ever in a cream silk blouse and tailored trousers. Behind her, Ethan was carrying two large suitcases, grinning like he'd just won a prize. "Mother," Damien said, his voice strained. "You can't just move in without telling me." "I'm not moving in," Eleanor said smoothly. "I'm visiting. For a few weeks. There's a difference."