Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

Meshach pleaded with a pity mind "Shut the fuck up! You never liked me one day! All because I do my job" Nana said as he points at Meshach "Even you Shadrach, I trusted you! I never knew you are a snake!, I did not only like you, I love you from the deep of my heart! But this is how you could pay me?" Nana added While the love she added made Meshach to stare at stare Shadrach as he looks up and turns his eye

I hate everyone… The room is bare except for a mattress on the floor and chains fastened in the wall. The men place me on the bed and fasten both of my hands with the shackles. I don’t fight them. I only look at them. One of them is Franco and I stare at him. Willing him to look at me. To see what he’s doing to me. When I am chained he looks up and his eyes meet mine. I put as many emotions as I can into my eyes. All the hate, the sorrow, the pleading. His fingers circle around my wrist, rubbing where the shackle sits over my skin.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

explaining without taking a breath I closed my eyes with fear. “Katie! What happened?” asked Sister Maya while catching her breath. Still catching my breath, I hold Sister Maya with my shaky hands. “There’s a man outside who is trying to get in the orphanage! Sister Maya we need to call the police quick!” “A man?” asked Sister Maya. She looked at me with full of concern and looked at the gate. When she took my hands off of her, I panicked and hid at her back. She opened the gate with no fear and I peeked at her shoulder.

She gave me her hand and I placed mine in hers and stood from the seat. “Not even two but eighty?” I shouted. Why so many wives if you can not satisfied them all? I couldn’t imagine my self standing on the line to see the prince. I will never go there. The door was opened by the guard. I walked out of my room with my heart beating faster than before. I held the hems of my gigantic dress and strode downstairs. Meeting the devil and his family members scared me.

My name had gone viral like a curse no one wanted to touch. I tried to breathe, but the chains jerked with every movement, tightening until they bit into my skin. The more I shifted, the harsher they clamped down, like they were alive and punishing me for existing. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my throat burned and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. How did everything go so wrong?

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

It was a familiar place. Rusted metallic chains on a filthy desk, scraped walls with unidentified words, and a stone-cold atmosphere. It's uncanny how this room gets even scarier. "Please, don't", I whispered, my voice hoarse and small, "not again plea-" My voice was cut off when I felt a pair of dark, lanky hands against my throat. Tears streamed down my eyes as I started struggling to unlatch the iron hold.

My heart thudded violently against my chest. “What are you doing!” I cried out, alarmed as I tried to free my arms from his grasp. “Don't want you making any stupid moves.” He fastened the chains to the headboard, keeping my arms stuck above my head. He grabbed my chin first, then his fingers slid down my neck until it settled on my chest where my heart was beating like a drum. His touch ignited a wild feeling in my core—a feeling I didn't want to name. His body was so dangerously close to mine, that I couldn't think straight.