Eren Chained Up Novels & Stories

The thick metal was wrapped around their necks, wrists, and ankles with hooks embedded into the stone floor. Low grunts started from my back and I jerked a gaze back and saw one of the guardians fall to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Another joined in and another. And while that was going on, the chained guardians snapped their eyes open and turned their dark soulless gaze in our direction.

She walked over to her mate and urged him to watch while we stayed close behind him. In the video, first it was dark. But after a few moments a blinding light came on to reveal Elios sitting in the middle of a large cage, sleeping. The faint sound of sizzling told us he was chained with silver. Movement can be seen in the corner along with grunts and groans and the sound of metal clanging together. When we looked, we saw Jax who was chained onto the bars with what I can assume are blessed chains dipped in Holy water. Ren caught his breath hastily and if we thought that wasn’t enough we heard a soft whimper from the other corner and we were surprised to see Astrid chained in iron.

"Because you passed my wash-tub every day, and you only dared to stare from a distance. That night, Cain cornered me in the laundry and fastened this necklace around my throat with his own hands." "The clasp is oval. Reverse-bite. It pinches the flesh every time you unfasten it. The chain has seventy-seven links. The fourteenth has a tiny gouge, chipped by a bone-spur when Cain fought a mutant in the Northern Reaches last year. His fingers were too thick. The clasp was too small. He had to fumble it three times before it locked." "You were only fit to hide outside the door, listening through a plank of wood to the click of metal catching metal."

I stayed at the edges where the pack members were fewer as I struggled to see what was in the center. Two posts had been set in the ground, and two shirtless men were chained to them using silver chains with their wrists above their heads. My breath caught. I recognized them immediately.

A thin diamond chain rests at my collarbone—subtle, understated but very intentional. Vale wealth never screamed. Vale wealth does not glitter. It endures. I let out a small breath and begin my descent. My arm in Cassians elbow anchoring me gently. As I descend, my sleek satin heels clicking softly, I couldn’t help but think it’s war, just quieter. Conversations drift in soft tones as I reach the floor. The quartet near the terrace arches plays something restrained and European. Elegant enough to suggest culture. Neutral enough to avoid allegiance. I unloop my arm out of Cassian’s and he disappears.

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

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.

“That’s better baby. You’ll like this in the end.” He chained her wrists to the headboard again. Pulled back the bedding, and fastened her ankles apart. Naked as she was, he straightened and gazed upon his mate. “Gorgeous, now I won’t be long. You will feel like it’s longer, but you may not fully realize it after a while.” Tara whimpered and thrashed where she lay. “What are you going to do?”

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

The three words I want to say are at the tip of my tongue, but I need him to be here. "Later," he says and then hangs up. I throw the phone on the bed and put my head in my palms. I hear my phone beep, it is a message from the group chat. Keiran: Almost there Me: Okay I stand up from the bed and change into a white crop top and Greg joggers. I play music and then clean up my room since I already told the cleaners to stop doing it for me. I check the time and it is forty-five minutes after five. Fifteen minutes left.