Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

And I am not abnormal as he is insinuating. "What about you? Don't you do chains?" I ask, even though I detest men with chains hanging on their necks. They give them the look of bad boys, or immaturity. That's according to Ellie Marie though. "Naah. I don't like having chains dangling on my neck. That is for women. I'm okay with just a watch." Wow! I'm glad about that for no reason. We continue our tour until we get to the exit. I can go around the huge hall again without feeling bored, but I think that will be some other time.

Because it meant someone was playing a longer game. “She smiled at me,” I murmured. “Like she knew something.” “She probably did.” I stood and crossed to him, pressing my hands to his chest. “Then we figure it out. Together. Okay?” His hands came up, holding my waist. “Together,” he echoed. I leaned into him. “We don’t run anymore.” He kissed me—slow and deep. “No. We fight.” Michael called an hour later. “I know who she is,” he said without preamble. “Her name’s Elena Varas. Ex-intelligence. She went dark three years ago. Off the grid. Word is she’s a freelancer now—surveillance, blackmail, extraction. High-end only.”

Without waiting for protests, Zeke led the way, Eli following like a shadow, his steps hesitant but compliant. Once in the dungeon, the atmosphere shifted instantly—the cool air, the soft hum of the ventilation, and the glint of metal toys creating an electric tension. Zeke directed Eli to the center of the room, under the suspension rig. "Strip and kneel," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. Eli obeyed, shedding his clothes with mechanical precision, his cock already stirring at the familiar ritual. Zeke wasted no time, fastening the leather cuffs around Eli's wrists and ankles, then attaching them to the chains. He hoisted Eli up, spreading his limbs wide into an X-shape, leaving hi

I didn't want to fight back because it might stress Lillian. "Marcus, what are you doing?" Lillian tried holding my hand again, and I smiled at her. "Just trust me, Love. We will be fine." Her hold then loosened, and she watched the police put handcuffs on my wrists. Before we stepped out of the house, I looked at the police holding Lillian. "Please be gentle with her, officer... she's pregnant." The police nodded his head and assisted Lillian as we stepped out of the house. I saw a chopper outside waiting for us. Before we stepped inside the chopper, I saw Nicholas and Amanda, but we didn't get to say goodbye to them because I was dragged inside.

Amelia A thick growl sounded from inside the cell, a growl I didn't think Elija could manage under these conditions. Maybe it was pain, maybe it was hate, or both. My knees nearly gave out, but I quickly tried to steady myself. I felt like a kid ice skating for the first time. Elija was now slowly sitting up, hands in front of her, bound by the chains. He looked at them and growled again.

Tears streamed down her face. The whip cracked over her back. Number fourteen. She slumped against the bedpost her hands are tied to. * Marc had seen blood on the dressing gown Klara had been wearing, and had frowned. He saw Klara’s back to him, the tank top covered her whole back, he had hooked his finger under the hem gently pulling up, he saw the end of a whip mark before she had scrambled away from his touch. He had never expected it to be as bad as he was seeing. Klara’s back was ripped open, distinctively from a tipped whip. There were so many he was surprised she was alive.

While amid her mourning, Clark said something which triggered Ellie and made her realize that was not the moment for her to back down and let herself be weighed down by her emotions. “I know you are hurt but I think you have cried enough. Why don’t you postpone your mourning and let’s focus on how to get rid of this thing tied around my arms?” Clark said emotionless, stretching his hands forth, signaling for him to be untied. Upon hearing this, Ellie, who was sitting weakly on the floor clenched her fist. She slowly stood up from where she was seated, while wiping away her tears. Her face changed and the look on her face was fierce and scary. She looked like a broken woman, walking on a br

' she thought as she slowly closed her eyes to rest. Meanwhile in the island... "Mr. Adams, its settled. To keep the baby safe, she was put in a separate cell." "Thank you so much captain. I owe you this..." he said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Nah. That's nothing compared to the help that we actually received from your company, Mr. Adams. In behalf of my team, we thank you for that." "Please don't mention it, Sir. Adams International was build for that and if there's something else please don't hesitate to tell me. I'd be more willing to provide some help."

Lewis remained seated on a chair with his legs crossed while smoking impassively. A dozen well-built bodyguards fanned around him, and they were all staring at Jack without any expressions. Ellie, the person in charge, stood on Jack's left. She was in her late 50s with a head full of gray hair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched Jack suffer from the torture. However, she didn't dare to stem the blood flow because of what Lewis said to her earlier. He threatened her that Jack would lose more than just a finger if she were to move an inch.

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