Manacled Synopsis Novels & Stories

“Hurry!” I’m hurled to the side. My body flies through the air like a rag doll, slamming into the glass door. It shatters on impact, and I fall to the ground. Blood impairing my vision, I see my father stride toward the examination room. I scramble to my feet just as I see Mano jump on his face, screaming. He grabs her by the neck, and his hand tightens. It’ll take two seconds for him to take her away from me forever. The whole world slows down as I see my faithful companion begin to go limp.

Looking at him now, I knew the answer was no. Marco Mancini hadn't changed a single bit, he was the same man who would cut the brakes on a car just to steal what didn’t belong to him. He was the same man who would sleep with his wife's sister in their own bed. He was a creature of pure, unadulterated selfishness, he would sacrifice the entire world just to keep his own head above water for one more day.

Don Ricardo Lorca stood on the balcony of his penthouse suite, overlooking the city, as he took a slow sip of his scotch. The weight of his thoughts had become increasingly heavy. The meeting with Don Alessandro had not gone as expected. No matter how much he tried to plan for every scenario, his old rival always seemed to be one step ahead, but it wasn’t just the usual power play between two Mafia families. Tonight, something else had taken him by surprise.

But every time, I simply returned them. Some wounds couldn't be healed with apologies and gifts. A few months later, I was home alone one morning when I felt a sharp, intense movement in my belly. I doubled over, clutching my abdomen as cold sweat drenched my face. That was when I realized the pup was on its way. I struggled to reach for my phone to call Zachary, but the intense pain made it impossible. Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was Kingsley. When he saw my condition, his face went ashen. "Eliza, what's wrong? Is the pup coming?"

Quick as a lightening, Master stabbed his knife in the man thigh and when he let out a loud cry, Master swung a blow at his face, breaking his nose. “Not so loud.” Master admonished. “It is nighttime and you do not want Lady to stand up and come here to watch this, she might offer some suggestions that will make this longer for you.” “Please Sir, what did I do?” The man begged with tears chocking him and swimming down his face. “You should know.” Master answered as the door closed with a bang. “Honestly Master? At night! I need my sleep and I can’t sleep to the sound of tortured cries. Can’t you do this tomorrow?” Lady stepped into the room until she saw the man and the first kidnapper watch

or someone. The lights finally came back on, revealing bloodstains all over the mirrors and the floor, and in front of her was Michael, who was wearing the same gray shirt and black vest, but his clothes were also spattered with blood, and so was his handsome face. "Where are you going?" he asked, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly. "We're not done yet!" His smile was maniacal, and his eyes were crimson and glowing with insanity. "I let you go once... it's not going to happen again!"

It was an old man who was in his 60s I guess, he looked scared of what this dark man would do to him any minute. He opened it and began looking through it. Will he hurt him? What is he looking for? Will he do something bad to the poor old man? I asked myself. I was conflicted because I don't want to get myself into trouble and at the same time let the old man get hurt. I looked around the small room and frowned at that, how am I in this strange room? What is going on? I was too concerned and carried away that I did not see that I was tied down with ropes and when I tried to scream it was muffled. My mouth was also covered.

It was obvious from the many missteps and all the hand gestures that he was not happy. "Watch this." Mancini flipped a switch and went to audio. We could now hear Lyon as he traversed the hallways. "What the fuck! Where am I, in a maze? Mancini you fuck where am I?" He looked up directly into the camera like he knew exactly where it was. Spooky. "Just go straight ahead and make a left. Head down the stairs and they're in the room at the end towards the back." He jogged the rest of the way until he stood outside the door. We watched the women jump guiltily when he busted in on them.

Mata jumped towards Mana and said, "Well done, dickhead! You've made it!" "Potty mouth..." I heard Mana's trembling voice. I turned back and saw Mana falling to the ground. I screamed and lifted him up and saw an icicle stabbed into his chest. "No, no, no... No!!!" I cried out. "Mana! Stay with me!" I screamed and tried to pull the icicle from his chest. Mana held my hand with both of his webbed hands and said, "Miss, don't... If you take it out, I won't be able to say anything..."