Heart In Chains 소설 & 이야기

I said to myself in tears, giving the reason why I felt so bad. I think that now my heart... has become trampled again, I who thought about protecting him... when he doesn't even have the intentions to protect me, and now I don't know what to do with this feeling, that now even though I cry and "hate" him he doesn't get off me, that now... I am realizing... that I have been getting closer, when from the beginning I should have stayed away, I shouldn't have gotten involved, I shouldn't have gotten closer to these flames and instead... I did it.... I ended up getting so close, that instead of burning just a little bit, I ended up being melted into ashes, I ended up now hating myself for trusti

He cocked his head to the right with confusion in his eyes. "Is that all Thorn?" I coldly told him. I saw how his Adam's apple move as he gulped. He lessened the distance between the two of us again. At ang puso ko ay hindi kumakalma dahil rito. Napapikit ako at napakagat sa labi. Don't fucking give in Heina!

“So, how much will you get for doing this?” “A ball and chain.” He said as he laughed. “Sara, I don’t want your money. It is yours. I just want you, that’s all.” “A ball and chain?” She asked with a laugh. “You in my life, by my side, for as long as I live,” Garett said as he kissed her softly and continued to whisper more words on her lips that she stopped caring about. He kept going until the sound of an email coming in broke his thoughts. He went over and looked at it and saw it was the law offices that handled the estate.

“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.

Chains. Cold metal chains. Panic. I tried to open my eyes—and was in darkness. No. Head banging back and forth, fighting that denial. I struggled, my heart pounding, but the more I struggled, the deeper the chains bit into my skin. I barely breathed. The air was thick with blood and damp. Where was I? I enveloped myself in silence, listening hard. Distant dripping water. A torch burst into light, casting dim, ghostly shadows on the walls as it flickered down on one side.

I look down, my heart hammering against my ribs. Chains. Cold iron cuffs encircle both wrists, bolted into the narrow metal frame of the bed. I kick out in a sudden, blind panic, only to feel the same cold, biting weight around my ankles. I am pinned to my bed. The anger comes slowly. Not the hot, immediate kind. This is something colder, crawling up through my chest in increments, filling the spaces that shock left empty. I pull against the cuffs anyway, because my body needs to do something even when my mind already knows it's useless. The chains rattle and hold.

I wish he couldn't see me this way-so busted, so jailed. "And now?" he finally asks, his voice barely heard. "Is there? Is there still a chance? For us?" My breath catches in my throat, and again I glance at the clock-the slipping minutes, my mind screaming at me to go, to run back to the life I've chosen. But my heart-my heart doesn't want to leave. I really don't know if there's a way out, but I really want a way… a way to escape from this. “I don't know” I say, “I don't know if I can find a way out”

Not as the Don. Not as the heir. Just as a man with his heart laid bare… And someone strong enough to hold it.

"It is spelled. It will do nothing to you because your blood is sealed with it," With shaky hands, I took the chain from her and to my greatest relief, it didn't burn. "With these chains, you will bound her with it. Even in your absence, your presence will haunt her, and if you are lucky enough, you can have her killed, but remember the heart is your target. To possess her powers, crush her heart, for the powers lies in her heart," I beamed in excitement, "I like that sound," "You know this flower?" She asked, a flower dangling in front of my face.

The midnights cold sinks into my exposed body, limp from fatigue. My chest heaves with exhaustion. My icy hands throb in agony, the rough metal chains biting steadily into my skin like razor-sharp teeth. I tug uselessly at the painful restriction, desperation fueling my struggles. I can barely feel my hands. Thick trails of dried blood lines my arms from the cuts made into my wrist by the chains. Each heartbeat slowly yet surely becomes painful. "Please...let me go," I whisper, my voice cracking.