Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

Selene leaned forward, chains clinking. “Shall we discuss what he made you for as well?”

My forehead creased when I saw her struggling with a tangled chain . " Let me help you " I tried to take it . " No…you will break it " she moved away . I took the chain " you won't know it , if you won't let me try " " Oh really…are you an expert in women's jewellery ?" " What are you doing…you will -?" " Done " I showed her the untangle chain . She looked astonished , before she could realise I turned her around facing the mirror and pushed her hair to the other side making her wear the chain .

The shine his eyes held once were empty. I was trembling. "T-this c-can't be real!" I gulped. Ignoring all my fear, I ran to the door. But I forgot that still I was chained like an animal. As a result, I stumbled and straight fell on the floor. My forehead hit the cold and hard surface of the dirty floor. Pain spread through my forehead. My forehead was throbbing in pain. Slowly, I sat up and touched my forehead. When I saw my fingers, these were stained red. I was bleeding.

MHOREIN'S POV I gave Chain a bothered look. He isn't looking at me. Aiden was too busy eating and Rose was too. I gulped. 'tap tap tap' Chain looked up with his eyebrows met. He took a bite out of his burger. 'scratch scratch scratch' He looked at me, confused onto why Im using a code. I looked at the bastard Jay, who was enjoying his meal. And another one. 'tap tap tap' Chain's eyebrow raised. I looked at Jay and then back at him. He looked at Jay as well. I tilted my head to the side

In the center of the room stood Marcus. He was leaning against a high table, his back to us, but the moment we stepped in, his head turned sharply. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity that made my skin crawl. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, as if he were measuring every part of me—every weakness, every flaw, every secret.

At the same time, the heavy chains around her wrists tightened, biting into her skin as if responding to the tension in the air. The fracture had awakened. And it was listening.

A hard, two-fingered jab into a bundle of nerves right under my chin. What—

A lump formed in my throat, choking off my words. I forced a small smile. "I know." That was all I could manage to say. He frowned and gently brushed his fingers over the stitches. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "You've always had a low pain tolerance." My nose stung. I took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back the wave of emotion. "I'm fine." The words were a struggle to get out. "I'll give you the Moonlight Gem necklace again at the ceremony. We'll do it right, then."

Fresh scratches mar the stone around the anchor plates, like something—or someone—pulled too hard on them. My stomach tightens. I step closer to one of the chains. The cuff attached to it is heavy when I lift it. Too heavy for a human. My fingers curl around the metal. It’s cold and rough, edges worn down by friction. I test the weight, let it fall. The thud echoes through the room, too loud. I flinch, then immediately freeze. Nothing moves. Okay. Breathe. Just breathe, Eris. I move to the next chain. This one is higher—shoulder level. Meant for restraining someone standing. My thumb brushes over a notch where the bolt meets the wall. The stone is cracked around it, four jagged marks dug dee