Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

“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.

The chains he wrapped around her heart weren’t just forged from power and possession—they were forged from love, twisted and dangerous, but love all the same. --- Chains of Love That night, Amara sat in her room, her chest heavy with unspoken words. Dante’s confession echoed in her mind, rattling the cage of her heart. She hated his control. She hated the way he made choices for her. She hated that her freedom was gone. And yet… she couldn’t deny the truth pulsing through her veins. She was falling in love with him. Love that burned. Love that chained. Love that both freed her heart and imprisoned her soul.

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.

“I was never given the chance to be soft. Or gentle. Or simple. I was born into the hands of liars, raised in shadows, sold into silence, and trained to survive it. Every smile I learned was a defense. Every word was a trap.” Her fingers clenched around the edge of the mattress. “But when I met your father, I felt something I didn’t understand. I thought it was danger. It was hope.” The recorder blinked softly, capturing each syllable with care. “I will do anything to protect you. But I will never let anyone rewrite you, either. I will teach you to write your own heartbeat.” Across the corridor, Lucien examined the pendant again. It had another groove he hadn’t noticed before. When he turned

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.

Chapter Ten I step outside the ballroom, air stinging against my skin. The chill wraps around me, sharper than the hum in my stomach. My heels click on the pavement, echoing through the night, with every step away from the music and laughter that sound like mockery of my pain. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold, but it's no use. The freezing wind isn't outside but inside me, solidifying my heart and making my thoughts leaden and slow. I came tonight to support Noah, to be with him. Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life.

"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.

I don’t care. “...you’ll finally understand,” Kael finishes, “the price of chains.” My vision dims. My heartbeat echoes. The child’s heartbeat roars. And somewhere far away, I feel him turn toward me. If my heart is the signal… what will it cost to stop it?

He roughly forces my legs wider apart “Now let’s see whats so special about this cunt that makes these powerful men loose their common sense” He leans forward and runs his tongue over my belly, his eyes never leaving mine, if only I had my powers but there is nothing I can do, I can’t let him do that to Nico and I know him well enough to know he would. He kneels up between my legs and begins to undo his trousers. He glances down fumbling with the zip, a triumphant smile as he frees his cock from its confines and then his eyes begin to bulge, his hands move to his neck and my eyes follow. A heavy metal chain is around it choking the very life from him, his hands desperately grasp at it trying