Marge In Chains Novels & Stories

This Loki guy sounds like the type she can push over, and Cherry doesn’t need that. Margaret made a face. “You know how stubborn she is. I’ll just introduce them and hope for the best. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your day.” She walked past me, continuing to type. She was lost in her own world. Thinking about the next thing she can use cherry for. Margaret is wonderful, but even I know she’s just like her daughters. Each of them has a mask. They’re burying something that is eating away at them. Even a good girl like Sheryl has her dark secrets.

“And maybe she needs more than your chains to feel it.” The corridors of the Alpha quarters were quiet, too quiet. Silver lay awake on her bed, staring at the carved ceiling beams, her chest tightening with every whisper that seemed to slither into her mind. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, her insecurities gnawing at her like they always did. A wolf without a wolf. A broken mate. A liability. But tonight, the whispers felt… alive. “You hear them too, don’t you?” she murmured to herself, curling her knees to her chest.

The room is wide, cockroaches will never enter here. "What? Aren't you all happy? Creating stories that ruined my whole life. I'm so happy with that," Jackson is playing a game on his big television. The chain on his neck is sturdy that can never be broken easily. There are no things that Jackson could use to remove the chain from its tie. Whenever he pulls, a gas automatically sprays, makes him immediately fall asleep. "Bro, don't be sad. Dad said you can come back when everything is fine," "Bullshit, Jeffrey. Just get out of here. And don't fucking touch my wife, she's pregnant,"

She said, shrugging as she went back to her case. ***** Margo dug through it for a while muttering to herself here and there until an excited squeal escaped her lips. She peered over the top of the case at the man and chuckled. When she came out from behind her case she held a corkscrew in her hand. Kane eyed it out of curiosity as she approached the man who was struggling against his chains. “What are you going to do?” The man whispered. “I’m just making sure you do a few things for me first.” She chuckled darkly.

pointing disdainfully at the Gamma, who advanced towards me to quell my protests. Despite the unbreakable nature of the silver chains, I gave it my all. Panic swept over the crowd, with everyone shouting and scrambling to the ground to avoid the menacing shackles as I struggled to manipulate them. "Arghhhh!" When the chains proved ineffective, and the Gamma wrestled them to gain control over me, I found myself with only one recourse: transition. With a resounding howl, I exerted every ounce of my willpower, determined to undergo the transformation. The silver chains were formidable obstacles, but I refused to yield.

MW is the biggest hotel chain here in the Philippines, we also have 66 branches worldwide. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. For now, let's just have a drink before you face that shit with your soon to be husband. Hmmm, well it looks like you will just have a problem with him on bed. HAHAHA!" I immediately kicked her in annoyance. "Ouch! Haha! Such a short-tempered. Come on b*tch, you are single right? As for now you don't like anyone then it's not a problem if you'll get married. You can just learn to like him in the process. Sex is really just a bonus. HAHAHA!"

he murmured in a low voice which only I heard. “I love you too, baby.” I smile cutely. Now looking at my happy, warm family, who would say I was a kidnapped bride of my mafia husband, who chained me with his possessive love? ✍ ****END***** ✍

It was dark and Gothic. Gargi stormed down the staircase, her silk saree rustling in rage, her voice echoing across the marble halls like a storm. “You’ve gone completely mad, Trayaksh!” Trayaksh sat silently near the center table, sipping his coffee. Aarunya sat on the couch beside Aranya’s cradle, dressed simply yet elegantly. “You fired Azad?” Gargi spat. “The man who’s stood by you since you were younger! Over this…this mere girl?”

Her lips curled into a cruel smile, her arms crossed as she looked down at me. “What… what are you doing?” I croaked, trying to sit up. She shoved me back down with a laugh. “Your place is on the ground, Omega.” Her words stung more than her touch, but I forced myself up again, glaring at her. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it,” I spat, my voice shaking. Mia’s laugh was loud and cold. “Oh, trust me, I will. But not yet.” The barn door creaked open, and my heart sank as Alex walked in. His scent hit me like a punch to the chest, warm and familiar.

Maria gave a slow, sorrowful nod… and slipped her hand into her son’s arm. Together, they walked toward the door. Toward the confrontation she had been owed for decades. Toward the end of Victor Cross. They brought Victor and Seraphine into the sitting chamber at the far end of the safe house—one normally reserved for formal discourse, now heavy with dread instead of diplomacy. The guards forced them to their knees, chains clinking like broken promises. Victor looked furious. Seraphine looked smug. A viper wearing a grieving widow’s face. Maria entered slowly, flanked by her children—Nathan at her right, Ivy at her left.