Novelas y relatos de Manacled

"You suffocated me. Every dollar came with strings attached. Every favor came with expectations. You didn't love me, Nina. You loved controlling me." "I loved you." "You loved a project." He laced his fingers through the girl's, the gesture deliberately cruel. "She sees me as an equal. As a man. Not some charity case she's waiting to cash in on." "Cash in?" Nina's hands trembled. "You promised me. You said once you were stable, once your career took off, we'd get married. You promised!" "Yeah, about that." The girl lifted her left hand, wiggling her fingers.

A sanctum dressed in silence thick enough to drown in. And Caelum—was still naked. But now bound. Oh, so exquisitely bound. His wrists were locked above his head in steel manacles affixed to a single obsidian column rising like a monolith behind a velvet-draped altar—because this was no bed. No sanctuary. It was a stage. His ankles had been tethered apart, the chain slack enough to tease, tight enough to deny. The links hummed when he breathed too hard, a cruel lullaby of his own helplessness.

“Sumfest is over. Now you both belong to me.” He used strong black silk ropes and thick leather straps. First Shanice. He tied her wrists high to a heavy wooden beam, stretching her tall, curvaceous body until her toes barely touched the floor. He wrapped the rope brutally tight around her heavy breasts until they swelled purple and throbbing, nipples aching. A cruel crotch rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers splitting her soaked pussy lips and grinding hard against her swollen clit and tight asshole. He forced her legs wide and secured her ankles to floor rings, spreading her cunt completely open and helpless.

"I'm alive, I'm breathing, and nobody is shooting anyone." I turned my head slightly, gesturing toward the terrified man on the cot. "A mana oath is binding, Lucien," I explained, steering the focus back to the tactical reality before the emotion in the room completely boiled over. "The moment the words left his mouth, his mana core bound itself to the claim. It’s an absolute mechanism of this new world. If he tells us a single lie about his sister, or if he attempts to sabotage us again, his core will instantly seize his heart and kill him on the spot. He can't play us anymore."

Aspen wants one thing only; freedom. Freedom to learn, to choose a life of her own. Omegas never receive the opportunities that their Alpha and Beta counterparts do. When she enters Ulfhedinn Academy under the guise of a beta student, her co-ed roommate Luca becomes suspicious of her. What will the two uncover about one another, and themselves…

Forbidden Ties is an intense contemporary GL romance examining the thin line between duty, desire, and the fallout of a single uninhibited night. Claudia Vioz, a fiercely independent 24-year-old architectural designer, strives to escape the oppressive shadow of her billionaire father, Amorcio Vioz. Hailey Grace Valdemort, 32, is an elegant, brilliant venture capitalist who has spent her life playing the perfect corporate maven, hiding her true desires to protect her family’s legacy. Their worlds collide on a rain-slicked balcony at an exclusive masked charity gala. Seeking a brief respite from high-society pressures, they share a magnetic, anonymous conversation. Surrendering to raw passion

Duke Elrica just kept silent and didn't reply to his wife's words, while Adir and Zhi were already preparing to release their Mana, each of them preparing to hurt each other, not forgetting that Zhi's spear had been released a long time ago because of the emotions he felt. Suddenly a very large chain and many out spread throughout the dining area, wrapped around the very large and spacious dining table. The chains also wrapped around Adir and Zhi at the same time, both of them were startled because the chains appeared to restrain their movement very strongly. Adir saw the chain holding his hands very tightly and when he tried to move the chain emitted flames that could damage his skin, makin

words. "STFU and jut look for him. Am not gonna do anything. Just incase he'll do something unpleasant, I'm ready." I replied back as I clicked my tongue. "Ok. Gotta send the details from you later." "Sure, thanks." Allen sighed as he leaned on his chair. He had no choice but to film all by himself today. Good thing he still have his own camera and the next thing he'll do is to play with himself. He removed his neck tie and change into one of the simpler polo shirt on his closet and wear his signature mask, colored in pure dusk of gold that has lion fangs right below the edge on each side with a chain attached on the ear as he fixed himself on the chair.

“Hmm . . . I don’t want to lose any of my men again. That’s all the reason there is.” JC was insistent “In addition, my mind won’t rest until I comply with my promise to go back. Would you like me to break that promise to some people, Mr. McMillan?” “No, but you are too valuable an employee to lose, JC.” “I promise nothing will happen to me.” Mr. McMillan looked at the young man in desperation then raised his hand. He gave up. “Is your restriction lifted?” he asked. “It had been lifted a year ago.” JC was relieved on hearing him.

"If you move an inch more I'll kill you, and I fucking mean it. I don't have time for games Zoey." "So, what now genius?" I try laughing at my meaningless joke, but I end up in a coughing fit. I hiss, gulping down dry air. My chest burns slightly and I gasp. I tug at the pink sparkly handcuffs jammed around my wrist and the other around a metal pipeline. "Seriously?" The man shrugs, looking over at my temporary bondage. A smile tug at his chapped lips. "It's just to hold you, Zoey. You're quite slippery. Don't worry, I'm not suggesting a threesome or anything."