Novel & Cerita Heart In Chains

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.

No chains. Because what if she leaves me?

“If you let me.” The bond flared between them, violent and intoxicating. Heat rushed through her body. Her knees weakened. She could feel his presence everywhere… in her pulse… in her breath… coiling tight around her spirit. “Say it,” he murmured. “Say you choose me.” Her lips parted. The desire to say yes nearly crushed her. But then she saw it. Chains. Silver chains wrapped around his wrists… his throat… his heart. They glowed with moonlight.

I gritted my teeth until my jaw creaked and kept moving. Vera tilted the Mirror, angling it not at my face but at my heart. “Look.” I refused. The Mirror didn’t care. A picture slid sideways under my eyelids: me on a throne I did not want, one hand on a crown and the other holding a chain. The chain led to four collars. The names etched into the leather were in my own hand. The weight of them felt correct in a way that revolted me because it meant some unsaintly part of me had imagined this once in the dark when fear had been louder than love.

“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.