I Got You Shackled In My Embrace นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Possession. He takes the cuff, circling my wrist with his large, warm hand as he snaps the heavy metal clasp shut. It fits perfectly. It feels substantial, a cold weight against my pulse. "It’s a shackle," he murmurs, running his thumb over the black diamonds. "It’s beautiful," I whisper. "It means you don't do whatever you want," he says, looking into my eyes. "It means you don't disappear without inviting me along. It means you stay here, with me, in the dark."

Back to the beach house... Ashley's body grew tense. She tried to pry his arms off her, but it seemed to be getting harder. Anton had pressed her completely on the couch making her movements limited. She felt so helpless but she didn't intend to stop. She gathered all her strength to free herself from his grasp but his body weight felt like a huge boulder hovering above her. With difficult breathing, she grumbled. "Mr. Stanford... Let go of me, please!"

“This is why I told you not to deny me. Are we clear about our rules now?” “Yes…” Sighing heavily, he buries his face on her neck as he drowned in Serenity’s embrace. She doesn’t force him, she never did. It was a choice Vince has etched in his very being since the day he swore his loyalty to them. To her. “My love, what have you done to me? It’s as if your very embrace has shackled me to you.” “You don’t regret me, do you?” Serenity asked as she looked down at the Vince that knelt before her, the Vince whose trembling hands laid atop her thighs in agony. “Answer me, Vince.”

"You, your body, your soul, your heart, your breath, every fucking thing you have, every single bit of you. I want all" My devastated eyes explode at him in shock and fear when I realise I'm already bound to his shackles and it's too late to escape.

I know you're different, and I love you just the way you are. I am sorry that you went through the trouble of changing your hair. You can change it back if it makes you happy or comfortable. Please do not walk away from me. I've been through so much pain before, and I can't go through it again. I won't be able to bear it. Just the thought of losing you is depressing. Please, Ivy, forgive me, for the sake of the love you feel for me in your heart. Give me another chance. Please don't kick me out of your life. I can't imagine my life without you."

shocked Charlie yelled. Gino retorted, "You need to have used a megaphone Charlie so that their neighbor could hear you. We're right next to you, if you shout there it's like you've won the lottery.” Charlie responded with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was just shocked.” Clyde commented. "Is that the shocked face?" “Hey stop that,” said Fred. “As for you, Jericko, think about what you really feel for Isabelle," he added.

And yet, Dad had locked me in another dark room. Nothing had changed. Except now, I had a choice. Mom said Dad loved me. Maybe I was too stupid to understand that kind of love. I looped the wire over a hanger and pulled it tight around my neck. My feet left the ground. For a moment, I struggled on instinct. And then, I went still.

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

"You must free him, Eleanor. He is the key to your true power. Without him, you will never know your true destiny." My hands trembled as I looked at the shackles. I knew that freeing that wolf could change everything. But I also knew that there was no other choice. I took a deep breath, determined. Approaching the shackles, I touched them, feeling an electric current course through my body. The shackles began to fall apart, rusty and brittle, until they fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

I heard the shuffle of feet, the door slamming shut, and then it was just him and me. My heart was racing now, my wrists twisting uselessly against the shackles. I knew I couldn’t break them, but I tried anyway, the need to move overriding logic. “You won’t get out of those.” His voice was calm and so goddamn familiar it made my chest ache. “What?” I rasped, my throat dry, the word barely audible.