I Got You Shackled In My Embrace Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Come, let's go before someone tries to snatch you away from me." "I'm sorry if you feel like being neglected by me, babe." She sighed as she hugged him. "I won't do that again..." He hugged her back tightly. "No matter what you want to do. Rest assured that I will always be here to support you, babe. You know how much I love you..." he whispred in her ears. "I guess being TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you isn't as bad as I thought..." she laughed. "And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..."

“I’ll be back for the wedding. Stay strong, dear.” Guilt twisted in my chest, but I pushed it away. I couldn’t let her kindness trap me here. I smiled back. “Thank you, Lady Seraphine. Have a safe trip.” She hugged me before stepping onto the plane. The engines roared to life, and I watched as the plane lifted off, disappearing into the sky. The guilt was still there, but I couldn’t let it stop me. I took a deep breath. This was it. The last day of my captivity.

Alesya looked at Bianca and held both hands expectantly. Alesha's hands trembled at Bianca's words, 'Why are my hands shaking? Was my heart terrified of turning away from Steven? But it is impossible. We have been in a relationship for one year. Our love is not that fragile. God, keep my heart and heart together. I'm terrified.' Alesha thought.

I can't seem to retain her features out of view. I stand after them, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my blazer. The fabric feels heavier than it had minutes ago, the crest over my breast pocket suddenly less like heritage and more like a target. And an open target at that. Faye Marlowe rises in a sweep of copper curls and silk-lined confidence, she walks towards me and loops her arm through mine as if we were leaving a gala rather than walking toward an institution that had just promised our execution. I am quite taken aback but i don't pull back. I let her drag me along.

“Yes, I want it.” I didn’t care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything. “I’ll have you unable to walk out of here after I’m done with you.” He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. “I know you want my cock in you.” I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

he commanded. I did as he asked, opening my things wide enough to allow him to settle between them. Achilles held me up, his hand still tangled in my hair and our tongues still locked together. Something cold clicked on my right wrist and I snatched my face away, to see Emilio placing a handcuff on my hand. “What are you doing?” “Do you submit to us, Lyla?” he asked lesiurely. “Yes, I do.” “Then trust me.” He looked at me, and placed a kiss on my forearm that I felt in my core.

"No buts. You have to listen. You have to do as I say. Alright?" She stared at me for a while, then sighed and nodded. "Okay. A woman slowly walked in, a big smile playing on her lips. "Hello, Charmaine." "Jessica? What are you doing here? What— what's going on?" "You're going to make me rich is what is going on." The woman, Jessica, her smile widening. Charmaine's eyes widened so far I was sure if she tried to widen them more, they would burst. "Traitor!" She said, struggling to get up from the chair she was tightly tied to, no doubt, trying to scratch Jessica's eyes out. "I trusted you!"

But for me, everything had changed at that moment of weakness. "What the hell did I do?" I thought, feeling guilt consumed me like a slow fire. It shouldn't have happened, not with Gideon, not when I had sworn to myself that chapter of my life was closed. Shame mingled with deep regret, the feeling that I had betrayed myself and, worse, maybe Wyatt.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

She wanted to escape. Suddenly, the iron shackles rattled, clinking against the wooden bedposts. I gasped, my eyes widening as the metal vibrated beneath my skin. The room felt alive, humming with an invisible force. I could feel it in every breath, every heartbeat, every chain vibrating in tune with the power coursing through me. The bruises on my wrists began to fade, the pain dissipating as warmth spread through my body. The chains, once cold and unforgiving, seemed to soften. My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the surge, trying to understand what was happening.