Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

And then I noticed something on the spot where I had fallen asleep. There, lying idly on the floor, was a golden amulet. It was old, with intricate designs etched into its surface. Curiosity sparked within me as I picked it up, feeling its weight in my hand. It didn't belong to me; that much was clear. I inspected it closely and saw a bold, prominent letter "J" inscribed behind it.

She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it. "These lock and can't be opened by the slave. The locking mechanism is internal, so it won't stand out like an external lock would. It won't rust, so it can be worn in the shower and has rounded edges so it can be worn for long periods of time without hurting her neck. If you push down on this piece right here," she pushed down and a ring which looked like a circle on the collar, popped out, "you have this ring to which you can attach leashes, or chains to her nipples or these bracelets which have a similar device. It's strong enough you could suspend her f

Unreadable. Then, she pulled a silver chain from her bag and fastened it around her neck, letting the small pendant rest over her sternum. It wasn’t her original pack’s insignia. It wasn’t a sign of loyalty to Blackstone either. It was just a weight to remind her of what she’d lost and what she’d now chosen to protect.

Finally, I the claps on the diamonds around my neck and waist, and I returned to its black velvet case sitting on the nightstand. I couldn’t for the life of me understand what just happened. ***

It was a shark tooth hung on a strong, simple black, cotton cord. He took it from my fingers and undid the clasp before wrapping his arms around me to put it on. The point of the tooth hung right at the dip of my collarbone. I played with the smooth tooth between my fingers. This was something I could wear even at work. “The tooth is from a lemon shark,” he explained, watching my reaction. “The guy selling it to me told me to get the black cord instead of a chain so you could wear it in the water. Something about it not sparkling.”

It was a shark tooth hung on a strong, simple black, cotton cord. He took it from my fingers and undid the clasp before wrapping his arms around me to put it on. The point of the tooth hung right at the dip of my collarbone. I played with the smooth tooth between my fingers. This was something I could wear even at work. “The tooth is from a lemon shark,” he explained, watching my reaction. “The guy selling it to me told me to get the black cord instead of a chain so you could wear it in the water. Something about it not sparkling.”

"You agreed to belong to me for the next six months. You agreed to let me shape you, discipline you, and possess you. Outside of this room, we must maintain the illusion of a guardian and his ward. But I require a physical marker. A constant reminder of who commands your breath, even when you are walking through the halls of your university." He pressed the small silver latch on the velvet case. The lid popped open with a soft, distinct click. I leaned in just a fraction, my breath catching in my throat as I looked at the item resting inside the white satin lining. It was a beautiful, starkly elegant black choker necklace. The band was made of a thick, premium full-grain leather, polished to

I sink to the floor. "Thalia?" A voice comes from the walk-in closet. I freeze. I reach for the knife in my boot, but it’s gone—lost in the fight or taken by the Reapers. "Who's there?" A figure steps out of the shadows. She is wearing a silk nightgown that hangs loosely on her frame. Her face is a map of purple and yellow bruises—the aftermath of the battle at the bar. But it’s her neck that stops my breath. Around her throat is a collar. Thick, black leather. A silver D-ring hangs from the front, like a dog tag.