Heart 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.

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

(Henry’s POV) I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t bear to look anymore. My entire body trembled as Aaron’s footsteps slowly echoed across the wooden floor, each one louder than the last. My heart pounded so violently against my ribs that it almost hurt. Please… Please don’t… I silently prayed. Mom… Grey… Someone… Anyone… Help— [CLANK!] The loud rattling of chains echoed through the room. I flinched. The suddenky I heard a loud crack.

“But bonds can be chains. They can damn us both.” My silver shivered, curling around his fire like a tether, whispering that I understood the risk and weight of his words. Lying my hand over his heart, I pressed against his frantic, fearful heartbeat. "Then let it damn us. Together," I said, my resolve clear and unwavering.

"Don’t even think about trying to escape." "Brian, wait!" I called, desperation clawing at my throat, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even look back. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the dim room. The weight of the chains felt heavier now, but the chains on my heart weighed even more.

For a heartbeat, he heard nothing but the ringing in his ears—and the faint, broken whimper that sliced through it. Rowan. Damian forced his body upright, vision swimming. The chamber flickered with torchlight, shadows jerking like startled animals… and in the center of the room— Rowan hung from the ceiling in chains. Head lolled. Barely conscious. Skin carved open and dripping, bruises blooming like violets, breath wheezing out of him in shredded scraps. His once-imposing alpha presence was now a flickering candle in a hurricane. Something in Damian snapped. He took one step.

Snorting, Donna turned her back on me and walked out the door and I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breath and think. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drumbeat, drowning out all other sounds in the dimly lit room. The chains that bound me were strong and unforgiving, digging into my flesh and restricting my movements. I could feel the cold, rough metal pressing against my skin, a stark reminder of my dire situation. Panic and desperation swirled within me as I surveyed my surroundings, searching for any potential means of escape.

His hand brushed my hip, trailing to the dip of my back, then lower still. “You feel their hatred. You feel their laughter.” “Yes.” “But you still ache for me.” “Yes.” “Then let me give you the chains you secretly beg for.” My heart thundered, fear and heat tangling into one. He crossed to the table by the bed. From a velvet pouch, he drew out a length of golden chain, each link glinting like fire. He held it up, letting the metal slip through his fingers until it chimed softly in the quiet. “Do you know what this is?”