Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

Strangely enough, my fever broke the very night I put it on. After that, I never had another serious illness. Now he wanted to take it from me and give it to Olivia, as if every memory attached to it meant nothing. When Ryan saw my silence, he added stiffly, as though he were doing me the courtesy of explaining himself. "Olivia has been weak lately. She will only wear it for a few days. Once she feels better, she will give it back." I pressed my fingers to the charm at my throat, then tore it free in one swift motion. Setting it on the coffee table, I slid it toward Olivia.

He had just given all his fire and tenderness to one person, and one person only. The broken thread dug into my palm. Suddenly, my wolf spirit let out a mournful whimper. It was slamming against my ribcage, sending waves of pain that threatened to shatter my sanity. I clutched my chest, gasping for air. Looking at the broken, scattered moonsilk on the floor, I finally understood. I finally understood what I had been so afraid of. I was terrified.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

I, however, remained silent, my head bowed, my heart a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Those words, "Forgive me, my audacity/My lady, I hope you understand," hit me like a physical blow. I knew, deep down, that the song was meant for me. I wasn't numb, I couldn't be, not after what had transpired between us. The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me.

One of the reasons I chose him is because I thought he'd simply be rational and choose to preserve himself. Yet, he has a bigger heart than he lets on. And I did this to him. “I'll get you out of here. I'm sorry for bringing you to this mess,” I told him sincerely, hoping he feels it. I rushed to grab onto his silver chains, disregarding the way it burned my hands, the dissipating smoke and the sound of it erupted within the silent confinement of the chapel. With all my might, I pull on the chains and started breaking them. Keldor’s eyes were on me as I focused on taking it off him.

I pull the chains with all my strength, but they hurt me too much. "Ahh!" I scream as the chains cause a burning sensation in my wrists. I have to get out of here, but how? The chains weaken me a lot. I hear the door opening, and I tense up instantly. Alex enters, and I can see the fury in his eyes. I feel fear in every inch of my body as I see his gaze. I have never let anyone intimidate me but with Alex... My entire barrier crumbles. "Take these chains off me," I lift the chains, and he only looks at me coldly with hatred.

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.

"Lauren, there's something I have to confess to you. Last night I accidentally bonded with a love system. "That stupid thing told me that all your boyfriends will fall in love with me and break up with you. I don't want this to happen either, but it said that if I try to unbind from it, I'll die. You're my best friend, so you wouldn't want to see me die, right?" In my last life, when I first heard those words, I did not believe her at all. I thought she was just messing with me. After all, I only saw system binding in novels, and there was no way something like that could exist in real life.

They didn't know a lot of things. I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to my apartment; I stepped into the tiny space I called home. My keyboard sat in the corner, next to a stack of rejection emails I hadn't had the heart to throw away. I dropped my bag on the floor, ignoring the emptiness in my chest. I was tired of the endless loop my life was in and how much I was failing at these whole charades called LIFE. I had gotten good at ignoring it, the emptiness I felt.

These two people were both insane. I had once hoped that if she managed to escape, she might come back to rescue me. Now my last hope was dashed. My heart felt as cold as ashes, and my hand dropped slowly at my side. Suddenly, a cold glint caught my eyes. I instinctively raised my hand to shield them, but an intense pain spread from my chest. A dagger was driven deep into my chest. Chiara twisted it cruelly, and I could feel my heart being torn apart. The pain surged like an overwhelming tide, making it hard to breathe.