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

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.

“It’s trying to tell me something.” She closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth in her hands. The Heart’s energy surged, flooding her mind with images—a blazing sun, a dark void, and a figure bound in chains. “We have to free it,” Sasha whispered, her eyes snapping open. “Free what?” Ethan asked, struggling to keep up with her. “The Heart isn’t just a weapon—it’s alive. It’s been trapped, and it needs us to release it,” Sasha said, her voice filled with conviction.

Fully standing now. No chains remained around his arms. Or shoulders. Or chest. Only one remained. A massive chain wrapped around his heart. The largest of them all. The First King's smile returned. "There it is." Lucien followed his gaze downward. The final chain pulsed with black resonance. Unlike the others, it wasn't made from failure. Or guilt. Or fear. Althea could feel it immediately. This chain was different. The First King noticed her realization. "Do you know what that one is?"

“It’s only chains, Tatum.” “Chains can hurt me.” “They can also give you what you need.” He started toward me. “What is it that you think I need?” “Oh I don’t think, Lila. I know.” He stopped mere inches from me, the silver chains in his hand glinting under the soft light of his room. “What you need…is me.” The chains dropped to the ground, clattering together, the sound sending a jolt of electricity throughout my body. A roguish grin crept up on his face, the scar around his eyes twisting with the movement.

The more I struggled, the more chains tighten around my wrists. My chest tightens, making it difficult to breathe. But he did not stop there, he pulled out the dagger and replaced it with his hand, my gut twisted as he pulled his heart out. Mathew's body fell on the floor as chains loosened themselves around his hands. His emotionless, void eyes wide opened. Time stopped for me as my heart stopped. My mind froze my all attempts to free myself from chains vanish. I kept staring at his body, lying lifeless on the floor.

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?

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.