Romans & histoires Iron Hands Chapter

WARNING: the beginning of this chapter will portray violence so if anyone's not comfortable in reading this then you can skip it. You won't be missing anything because I'll describe it briefly at the end of this scene. Aruna "Gudia(doll)", the voice sent chills down my spine. The man was standing in front of me with an evil smirk while I sat huddled in the corner of my room. He raised his hand and I instinctively flinched. He stroked my head instead, making my skin crawl and crouched before me. "Gudia, you haven't been a good girl, have you?" He asked patronizingly. I kept looking at him. My thin frame trembling with trepidation. When I did not answer, his smile dropped, revealing the monste

Chapter 9 ​My jaw. It literally feels broken. Like the bone is about to just pop straight out of the socket, and my throat is so incredibly dry and tight that trying to swallow my own spit is actually impossible. I’ve got tears just pooling up in my eyelashes. They’re spilling over, running down my face in these hot, messy streaks and dripping off my chin onto the floor. I can't even get a good breath in. Every single time I try to inhale, it feels like this massive, heavy weight is sitting right on my chest, blocking the air. And his hands. God, his hands are like iron. He’s got his fingers tangled so deep in my hair, holding my head completely still so I can’t even flinch away. Not even a

Note: This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills, umarfrhn, visitor1714 and Rose Parisien. Thanks to you guys for your support. I love you all. Chapter 46 Hael Moore. “No!” My roars blasted through space, rolling out in thick waves. The heavy impact made the ground tremble beneath my feet. The earth convulsed for a split second. Anger surged through my nerves. Raw. Deadly. Gory. Blinding. My eyes blazed red like magma. They fastened on the bastard's trembling pulse.

I thought about Iris, probably pacing the floors, her face etched with worry, the book in her hands, praying for a sign that I was still alive. I thought about everything I had to protect. Everything I had to fight for. The power surged through me, hot and bright, and I let it flow into my hands. I pressed them against the bars of my cell and pushed with everything I had. The metal groaned, twisting slowly, inch by inch. I gritted my teeth, my muscles screaming with the effort. My hands burned, the cold iron biting into my palms, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The iron screamed in protest—a terrible sound that echoed through the empty corridor—and then it snapped.

POV: Iris (formerly Silver) I woke to the scent of pine and damp earth, a strange heaviness in my chest that wasn’t fear—it was unfamiliarity. My eyes blinked open to sunlight spilling across a small, rustic room, walls lined with books and faint traces of herbs. My hands… they weren’t my hands. They were strong, lean, calloused in ways I had never known, yet delicate in motion.

Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and I felt my body exhausted. My eyes were worn out because of the darkness surrounding me. I lifted my hand and rubbed my eyes while trying to focus on the dark surrounding. I felt the cold and rough metal around my hands, neck, and both of my legs. With the help of one of my hands, I tried to sit straight and touched the metal that was hugging my body tightly. It felt like a chain, securing my neck, both of my hands and legs.

Dante’s obsidian arm let out a low, mourning chime as the flagship hit the first wave of the ocean, and the silver brain began to glow with a welcoming, terrifying light. (Watch out for Chapter 239) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts

Chapter One. Endless torture I try to open my eyes but it's all blurry and my head feels heavy and am in a lot of pain. My hands and legs are being restrained by men i can't clearly see. And then there's the Alpha Marcus who i can barely see but i can hear his voice.

"Love is like a torch, burning brightly and felt deeply. But, Xander, I didn't feel your love. If I didn't feel it, it didn't exist. What's the point of talking about love now?" Why would anyone who truly loved someone repeatedly make them feel heartbroken? Natasha rushed over, shoving me. "Cynthia, you slut. How dare you speak to Xander that way?" As she pushed me, the flame, which was still flickering, burned my left hand. Before I could say anything, Xander immediately grabbed my hand, blowing on it worriedly. "Cynthia, are you okay?" He then turned to Natasha, pointing at her. "Are you crazy? Apologize to Cynthia right now!"

lol. O I heard back from my editor. She said the promotion team wanted to promote the Iron Alpha this week and after that they can publish the Stolen Alpha either behind the Iron Alpha or on his own. I would rather it be a seperate story, I've only been sharing the chapters because I didn't want you guys to have to wait. But I like the idea of having seperate stories. Besides, the Iron Alpha is already over 200 chapters long. That's going to be crazy long if i add the Stolen Alpha.