Light Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

- the teacher asked before moving back to the story of Greek mythology. I hid my face in my hands because I could feel the malicious eyes of some of the classmates on me. I really wanted to focus on the lesson, but this boy was messing with my head, even though I didn't really know him. I had no idea what was happening to me. - Christina...- I heard Luna's whisper suddenly.- Are you all right?- she asked with a clear concern in her voice.

“You could say that” “I did”I say to him “You know sometimes troubles find you even when ya minding your own damn business “he says with seriousness all his playful energy leaving. I didn't respond to him…..it was obvious that there was a story there.. but I wasn't paid to listen to stories. I rewrapped his bandages and could feel him staring at me it made me feel self conscious for some reason. “You've got soft hands”he said “Sedatives are wearing off “I say

When I had had my fill, my fingers edged towards the glamoured guard and I let go of the energy completely. Sharp green light filled the cramped space of my bedroom, it lit the room and pushed against the wall threatening to shatter everything in its path as it made its way to its victim like a fork of lightning. It went straight through the glamoured guard and caused him to gleam like an angler fish and shortly after, Lydia Nightshade dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings were scraped off.

There are cages built to break bone and cages built to bend the hour until you give it your spine because you forget your spine was ever yours. The light inside the cylinder began to drift—just a little—like the sun had changed its mind about where it goes. We could stand here a day and swear it was an hour. We could stand an hour and swear it had been three breaths. And in the lull, forgetting would creep in with bare feet. Selene had said, Do not be bright. Be stubborn. So I set my back to the glass and made us noisy. “Varyn,” I said, “tell Lumi how you got your first scar.”

Just in time she was rescued, but he was not a white knight. A credible threat of death from a killer obliterates consent, so this series was nominated for NonConsent/Reluctance. The pain she embraces is balanced with pleasure. The use of bondage equipment suggests this story could be in BDSM. Perhaps a subsequent series might qualify as a Romance or Novel. ************ 1. Friday Night Patrol

You can only move forward. Another year passed. The laundromat now had a name: "The Lighthouse." One of the girls, Lena, came up with it. She said that the year she ran away from home, she hid on a street corner and saw the light that was always on in the window above the laundromat. Only then did she dare to push the door open.

On senior picture day, the fall of our last year of high school, I did what I always did and stood next to Lena, the girl I'd grown up with. One of our classmates started in on us. "Come on, let the little married couple stand together!" I'd heard it a hundred times, but the secret I was keeping still put color in my face. Lena didn't say anything. Then the photographer counted down, everybody yelled "Cheese," and I heard her voice next to me, low and flat with irritation. "This is exhausting. Can you give me some space?" It was her. I was born with weak vision, so my hearing has always been sharper than most people's. I know what I heard. The second the shutter clicked, she turned