Iron Hands Chapter Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Trigger warning. Chapter recommended for 18 years old and older. Chapter 2. Factory That Sells Girls Jade's POV "A factory?" I hushed as I watched her hand go behind her waist and grab a bunch of keys. She undid my cuffs and rubbed my wrists to soothe my pain. A red band had developed on my poor white skin on both wrists. It looked odd on my flesh. The way the woman gawked at my hands, it felt as if a great piece of art had been damaged during transportation. She stroked it nicely, then went for my ankles.

"First rule, never lose your focus while in enemy's clutch. You didn't even notice for how long I was watching you from behind." Thrashing her hands and legs violently Iris tried to pry his hands off but every single attack of her went in vain. Her scratching did nothing on his muscular hands rather the grip only tightened. She realized he applied so much force that her feet started losing contact with the ground and her body was getting pushed upwards. Gulping down every single pride Iris had, she decided to speak for the first time. His bloodshot eyes made her scared to death and all she could find was her destruction in those orbs. There wasn't an ounce of emotions or maybe he was the mas

The man let out a muffled groan, as if he was unwilling to give up. After that, he steadied his body, which was constantly shaking. His hands quickly condensed into a handprint, and instantly tore the sky apart. "Buzz!" An iron chain broke through the space and attacked Zephyr Khan rapidly like a giant python. The iron chain was entirely black, as if it was made of a huge spider. It flickered with an evil aura, and there was even a rotten aura lingering around it. "Hiss!" The moment the iron chain quickly arrived in front of Zephyr Khan, it turned into a huge black python. It opened its bloody mouth and fiercely swallowed Zephyr Khan.

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039

The tears welling up in my eyes were just for the time I felt I had wasted. Seven years of my life, gone on. Wasted on someone like him. The hand reaching out to me shook just as my tears started to fall. He pressed his lips together and pulled his hand back. "I was just teasing you. It’s no big deal..." He did not get to finish his words. Nevaeh tutted twice, her face twisted with scorn. "You say you're not after Caleb's money, but without him, you couldn't even dream of living in such a nice place."

But in my mind, I built a wall. I built a wall of ice. I built a wall of stone. I kept a piece of myself. I kept the light. The boat hit the shore. The battle began. I jumped onto the sand. I raised my hand. Order. I commanded. The world obeyed. The silver melted. The path was open. Rian roared. The Alpha was home. The end arrived. (End of Chapter 26) Would you like me to continue with Chapter 27? I can focus on the growth arc as Elara starts making independent moves during the battle. Shall I start?

Chapter 140: Voices of Treason ANYA’S POV We drove through the main gates of Ironclaw as I kept my spine straight and my jaw set. The journey back from the Shadow Clan had drained my body, and emotions, but not my will. Iris and Gavin flanked me as we got out of the car in the courtyard. The driver drove forward towards the garage while curious servants and warriors watched from the walls. I handed my cloak over to Iris and marched straight toward the great hall without pausing to rest. News of Damien’s stolen body would spread soon enough. I needed the elders to hear it from me first.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: I'M TIRED BY LABRINTH AND ZENDAYA. IVARA'S POV: The smoke hasn’t faded. Even after days, it still clings to my skin; the scent of burnt metal and blood. I can’t wash it off. I’ve tried.

Lila's pov Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise. "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

It was just that the past three years had made me realize that he no longer was the family I could freely seek affection from. Connor was still looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation. But I only lowered my head and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders." His frown deepened. He was about to speak up when he caught sight of the still-healing needle marks on my neck. He paused for a moment before reaching out toward me. "What's this?" I instinctively flinched away from Connor's hand. This was something that had never happened before. His hand missed and fell, and his expression darkened instantly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, Wendy, and this is how you're acting?"