Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

“Please find it in your heart to forgive me, please.” He placed an open palm before her. “Lose the engagement ring.” Tamara clung to his pants and buried her face in his knee. “Please.” She wept. “Please, it won’t happen again. It will never happen again, I promise you, please. Do anything to me, punish me but don’t leave me, baby, please.” He listened to her cry softly against him for a while and took a deep breath to calm his anger. Then she felt him gently take her shoulders and hold her back from him, his eyes piercing her teary ones.

“Get them off of my hands,“ I hissed struggling with the stupid attempt to free my hand from those damn cuffs. “No, please!!” terror clogged my throat. I squirmed with the burning fear which was starting to build slowly, inside my chest. He can’t do this. He can’t hurt me like this. I’m not a fucking animal that he would lash me with that harmful whip which was placed in his hand. But he did. How could I forget he is a monster from the fell? How could I forget he was determined to destroy me? How could I forget that he won me to make my life a living hell?

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

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

Knocking her off in her standing with her high heels, Diane felt her body want to fall, her eyes were closed but instead of falling the person was steady by holding her arms, making them face each other The hell this person doing, Diane want to yell, She blink her eyes slowly, her eyes fierce but turn into concern when she see the person face ------- Don't leave me Ooh, please don't leave me I've got this burning, burning, yearning Feeling inside me and it hurts so bad You came into my heart So tenderly With a burning love Ooh, baby, baby… please Where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me Don't you want me more? Ooh, Darling

Richard Fuck, these silver chains; if only they weren't binding my body, I could have freed myself and escaped this wretched place. The weight of these chains burns my body and leaves me feeling helpless, like a prisoner in my own skin. And to add to my suffering, wolfbane was injected into my body, causing a constant ache that courses through my veins. The combination of the chains and the wolfbane is a cruel reminder of my captivity, making every movement a painful reminder of my confinement. I yearn for the day when I can break free from these restraints and reclaim my freedom once again.

I know I can’t. The sky darkens with a hunger that matches mine, and I match it, match it with the ritual, the careful setup, the calculated attempts to make this night my own, to make this need my own. The weight of the chain is loud against the earth, louder than my breath, louder than my heart. It leaves its marks against the surface, the surface of the ground, the surface of my mind, the surface of me. The links are deliberate, more deliberate than my movements, more deliberate than my shaking hands. I keep them steady. I keep them like I want to keep this.

No, not her. She stood frozen, her shoulders slumped, her eyes hollow. She didn’t even resist as they dragged her forward. Our eyes met, and in that instant, my heart shattered. She tried to smile… tried… but it trembled and cracked as she shook her head slowly, mouthing words I wasn’t ready to hear. I love you. It felt like time slowed, like everything else faded into silence. They couldn’t take her. They would not take her. I screamed, thrashing against the chains. The metal tore into my skin, slicing deep into my wrists and ankles.