Hitched Novels & Stories

But at least he was still breathing, even if I was stuck wondering if I’d regret keeping him alive. To be safe, I made sure to add a little “insurance” by tying his neck in Scout’s old chain and tying it to the fireplace, just in case he woke up with any wild ideas about taking another swing at me. Last thing I needed was a repeat of that little welcome he’d given me.

I asked, pointing to Cricket who was sitting six feet behind him. Viper’s head spun around as far as it could go. Cricket smiled and gave him a perky little finger wave. “Hi-yee.” “Her brother here might have something to say about that,” I said, and Viper’s head snapped back around just in time for Hatch to clock him right in the mouth. Hatch hit Viper hard enough to send his back flat to the oil-stained concrete floor of Phil’s Garage. “Sorry,” Hatch said, looking at me as he set Viper back upright. “Got a little carried away.”

Mr. Grey held me up and walked me to the chair in the corner of the room, then he made me sit on it. He took the ribbon from me and looked at me with a calm smile. “The game is about to begin,” he said softly and slowly as he tied the ribbon around my wrists, gently securing me to the chair. It wasn’t tight, just enough to hold me in place. He bent down to look into my eyes. “You’ll love this moment,” he said quietly, “and you’ll remember it forever.”

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

You spat the words like it left a foul taste in your mouth. "Tethered— we were two halves, we are now one. Killing you would be killing myself, and so, you shall live." "On stranger tides, Drop anchor and pray, That your love returns, with Dawn's first rays..." I wish I had some grasp at the time of what an exceptional and rare gift it was to be tethered. If I'd have known what it truly meant to find the other half of one's soul, I would have begged you to run. To run with me as far as we could go, deep onto dry land and far from the sea. If only I'd known how unforgiving she would be... How cruel a mother could be to her children...

He is wearing a red collar, which identifies him as a guardian of King Moon. When he is two meters away from me he turns his head to the side with the intention of lunging towards my neck, I jump and dodge his attack but as soon as I fall to the ground I notice how Annabeth falls to the side, I turn quickly to see if she is ok and she nods at me. The guardian comes closer again but I'm faster and bite his neck, without breaking it, once I let him go I bite his right front paw listening to his

I almost let out a chuckle but hold it in so she doesn't get offended. She paces back and forth looking around at her surroundings. She then looks up and my eyes follow her gaze. It was Cage. I instantly shift. Howling forcing my entire aura off on to him. Every ounce of hatred came out. I mindlinked Jordie," Cage is here Four miles to you're east, Silver creek. Get here now."

Alice regretted when she let the word granny out of her mouth. The duchess scoff. “Of course, your father ran away to the state and you have developed the tongue of those there. Indeed it runs in the blood but not on my watch Alice, I will make sure to bend you right.” The duchess vowed before she exited the living room with the help of her personal maid.

God, HELP ME! The door creaked. Kit took a step and was blinded for a moment - after absolute darkness, the dim light of candles slashed her eyes like a razor. Shutting her eyes shut, she waited a few seconds and opened her eyes. Hank! His tall, thin figure writhed on a rope, held up by his bound hands. The eyes above the duct-taped mouth turned into saucers full of horror. She took a quick step towards him, but a cold voice behind her hissed: “Uh… stop, doll…” and she had to freeze, covered with icy goosebumps. Here he is, the Imitator, Harry 2, a step behind her...

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”