Marge In Chains Novels & Stories

A thin gold chain resting on her plump chest. “Nothing.” Margo looked away. At the Pretend Prada on Veronika-with-a-k’s lap. At the obnoxious jocks sitting, laughing, claiming as much space as their wide open legs would allow. At the dearth of creamer in her coffee. “What’s up with you?” she then said. “What do you mean?” “This,” Margo said with a quick glance at the screen, her eyes then on the table. “This weird . . . I don’t know.”

Scarlett POV Maybe it was a side effect of my heartache, but in the days that followed, I felt utterly exhausted, too tired to eat, and found myself throwing up again and again. Lucien, his face full of concern, begged me to go to the hospital. But I refused. A trip to the emergency room would immediately expose the pup's existence, and I couldn't let that happen. "It's probably just the shock from the champagne tower," I offered as an excuse. "It really scared me. All I see when I close my eyes are glass shards."

’ Jasmine thought to herself. In meantime Margaret was carrying dirty leftover food bowl and walking in direction of an abandon underground chamber that was guarded by four heavily armed guards, those guards seemed to know Margaret because they quickly opened door of chamber as soon as they saw her walking towards them and allowed her walk down on spiral stone stairs that leading all the way down in dark pit which was dimly lilted with only oil lamp at quite a few distance, Margaret carefully yet knowingly waked down till underground surface and headed in some unknown direction, after walking for quite few minute she at last halted in front of a dark prison where only source of light was com

Marge was worried that her daughter's marriage prospects were delayed considerably. She was overjoyed when she heard from her husband that Ambrose had bought an apartment just above them. With Ambrose living so near, it was a golden opportunity! Marge thought that it was fate. Ambrose, a cripple, was a perfect match for her daughter with intellectual disability! Marge had been observing him secretly. She waited for Ambrose to move in so that she could approach him. However, she ran into Ambrose unexpectedly, who was accompanied by his fiancée!

Ipinagsawalang bahala ko nalang ito at pumanhik pauwi. Sumaglit ako sa isang fastfood chain at nag take-out ng miryenda Hindi ko alam kung hanggang kailan si Thorn sa kanila kaya kailangan kong alagaan ang sarili. Kakauwi niya lang kasi sa kanila mula noong meeting, gusto raw siya makasama ng nanay niya. Hindi ko naman mapilit na manatili lalo na na tago ang pagbubuntis ko.

I spent the whole evening with Lisa, watching movies while eating Martha's deliciously baked cookies. After a while, Lisa had to go to "work." So, I talked to Martha for some time about having my stuff moved here. She informed me that I'd get them by tomorrow morning. I couldn't ask her about Aiden's parents as she seemed busy and was in a hurry to call her daughter who worked in California.

, she adds, pointing towards the dishes. Knowing that deviating from the assigned tasks can bring about trouble, I hesitate and glance back, only to find the stern gaze of the supervising Gamma on us; whose attention it seems we had caught. Already, I can see his face turning into a scowl. Marge doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong as she continues, “its these old knees of mine you know”, she adds and she thumps her lap with a fist, “they’re not what they used to be”, she sighs.

Derek spluttered wide eyed as he backed away from Marc. “Oh… didn’t you know? My family are immune to silver, it’s a brilliant gene. Now...” He struck Derrek hard with the sole of his foot. Derek stumbled until he fell into the chair behind him. He yelped when his hands gripped the silver cuff attached to the arm. Quick as a flash, Marc had placed both the male’s wrists within the cuffs, locking them in place. The cuffs were just large enough that the silver didn’t bite unless he moved. Marc retrieved the bag and placed it on the cot. He tapped his chin as he took the items of torture from the bag, lining them neatly on the cot for Derrek to see.

" Patrina glanced down at her thin undergarments, now stained with food and water from her undignified breakfast. The choice was no choice at all. With burning cheeks, she turned her back to Nyxios and slipped into the revealing outfit, acutely aware of his eyes on her skin. When she faced him again, his appreciative gaze traveled from her slippered feet that looked like dog paws to the dog ears still perched atop her head. He nodded once, satisfied, then selected something else from the table. It was a thin silver chain that he attached to her collar with a soft click. "A leash," he explained unnecessarily, the chain cool against her skin as it dangled from her throat. Patrina gasped, stepp

His arms flail the cushion upwards, flinging the rings away. We gasp as a shocking chain of events unleashes. Our mortified gazes trail after the falling rings. One descends upon the carpeted trail several feet behind Charlie. The other however lands with a small splash in a drink held in aunt Margo's hand. She appears ever oblivious with a dull expression, her mind elsewhere. She raises the glass to her lips. "Nooooo!!!" The rest of us swiftly object, as our horrified gazes watch her continue to guzzle down the entirety of the drink.