Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

Her eyes followed it. “What’s that?” “A choice.” She licked her lips. “Dante—” “Let me speak first.” I sat beside her and opened the box. Her breath caught. The collar was black leather, smooth and gleaming. A single silver ring hung at the front. Not for pulling but as a symbol, of ownership, of submission, of belonging.

she whispers, and I follow her instructions. “May I sit?” I ask, gesturing to the bed, and observe her meek nod. I step over and sit on the edge of the queen-sized bed while doing my best to maintain distance for Athena’s sake. “You can’t help me,” she says, holding her knees to her chest. “Maybe not, but no one says you can’t help yourself.” Carefully I unclasp the necklace from around my neck with a single black diamond pendant, “You know, in ancient Greece, they believed that black diamonds were the tears of the Gods,” I say as I hold the pendant out to her, “I want you to take this.”

She pulled out a small, metallic object, an old, heavily scratched, and scarred stethoscope, its rubber tubing worn down from her years of working in the dark dirt of the outer slum clinics. With a slow, deliberate movement, she hung the scarred stethoscope around her neck, letting it rest directly against her collarbone, right alongside the priceless Royal Sovereign Jewels that adorned her gown. The crowd gasped, the media cameras zooming in on the battered piece of human medical equipment resting against the highest royal symbols of the Lycan race.

Carlos Hernandez to the entire underworld. I stepped behind her. My chest brushed her back, and I felt her spine stiffen. Slowly, I draped the thin gold chain around her throat. The pendant, engraved on the back with my family crest and a hidden tracking chip, settled against her skin. My fingers lingered at the clasp, tracing the delicate line of her neck, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my thumb. One twist and the clasp locked with a quiet click. She was collared now. Mine in every way that mattered.

and I smiled, slow, sharp, dangerous. “Good,” I said. She handed me the heels, thin straps of black leather that turned my legs into weapons. Then the choker, a single band of cold, perfect diamonds that circled my throat like ice and ownership. Finally the earrings, long, dagger-shaped drops of black diamonds that brushed my bare shoulders when I moved.

A permanent one. She looked down at the collar and noticed how beautifully crafted it was; it was a dainty collar of rose gold leather and had a small lock on the back. There was a pendant with a small letter ‘K’ affixed to the front, and inside was a branded inscription: ‘I Would Bleed For You, As You Have For Me.’

He saw her leaning on her car with her head tilted, enjoying the shade beneath where her car was parked. He trudged up to her, pushing his black Harley with him. Her scent was stifling him, making his head hazy. He froze when her head rose, and now her eyes were watching him. They then trailed and settled on his belt buckle, which grabbed her fascination. It was made of genuine leather, with a square shaped bronze buckle. There was a precious black stone, engraved with an O, centred in the square. It glistened even more as the sun touched it. Celeste wondered where she saw it before, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

and I smiled, slow, sharp, dangerous. “Good,” I said. She handed me the heels, thin straps of black leather that turned my legs into weapons. Then the choker, a single band of cold, perfect diamonds that circled my throat like ice and ownership. Finally the earrings, long, dagger-shaped drops of black diamonds that brushed my bare shoulders when I moved.

Then she let go, and my head dropped forward again. She walked back to her chair and sat. The sound of a small drawer opening made me flinch, and she pulled something out, a thin black leather collar with a silver ring in the front. She made me crawl forward, reached down, and fastened it around my neck. The leather was cool against my hot skin, and she pulled it snug, not tight enough to choke but tight enough that I felt it every time I swallowed. The buckle clicked shut. Then she attached a short chain leash to the ring, wrapped the end around her hand, and gave it a small tug.