Mr Unchained Novels & Stories

He asked, confusion dotting his forehead even more “I was walking home one day and I was kidnapped… dragged away and I was asked to leave the country and never return. I was so scared, I tried to call you that night and I could not reach you and so I ran. It was stupid of me to not have waited but I could not… I was scared I was going to be killed” “I came back and my mother informed me that you left. She said you asked her to loan you some money and she did not know you were going to run away with it. She showed me a fucking video of you both talking and then…” Henry muttered, his voice trailing away.

He reached for his jaw attempting to ease some pain to no avail. "Ah yes, that." Jessica stood snapping the chains from her ankle and walking to Frank like they weren't in a small cell for prisoners. Reaching out she tilted his head back to peer inside his mouth. Once seeing where the supposed alright lord had injured her brother she scoffed before walking to the window of the cell. She paused only long enough to say, "I suggest you follow this time. I doubt you will survive if I escape under your watch again."

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

It may not be much for me, but a small tiny smile appeared on his face but disappeared within a couple of seconds. Seeing that he had got what he came for he stood up and walked out before stating that he will pick me up at 7 pm. I couldn't help but still be mesmerized by him. Just days ago I was in England and hoping for a normal and peaceful life but days later the thought of normal life seems like a dream after being plastered on every media article with a man that was known for playing with women's body and throwing them away. Associated with a dangerous man but I couldn't help being charmed by this mysterious arura. Believing that there is a deeper story behind is ruthless actions.

GEORGE Cassie went pale faster than I had ever seen anyone go pale. It made me almost reach for her. Her eyes were locked on a figure across the street, her entire body turned as stiff as a board. I turned my head, following her gaze. There was a man standing by the bus stop. Approximately in his Mid-40s, looking unkept, unshaven and wearing a cheap pale blue jacket. I didn't quite understand why she froze this badly, he wasn't even doing anything, but something about him made her freeze.

Marcus Except I don't fall. I am yanked down and into a heap on top of a hard body. I am dazed for a moment; what has just happened? I try to sit up, but a strong handheld me down "please don't do it, "a voice beneath my body says beseechingly. I tug again as I try to sit up to look at the person behind the voice, but he refuses to let me go. "Please let go of me," I ask politely. "No," he answers, sighing, "I just want to sit up, please," I try again; he hesitates a bit, but he loosens his grip on me. I sit up, and so does he. He looks at me cautiously, afraid I'll spook and try to jump again. He sits up, and I finally get a good look at him; by God, he is good-looking. He has these vivid b

I don’t want to go to work today. The feeling is not right to pursue both jobs. In my place, they can save someone from unemployment and give them one job right. However, maybe they are better like that so that they can save themselves from Mr.Stone. I chuckled at that thought. His behavior is quite amusing, of course, except when he shouts. Maybe because I never met a person like that or maybe because my dad never lets me meet such a person. Or by god’s grace, he is one of a kind and no one else is made like that.

"But in the end, they always break." He pulled an iron rod from the fire. It had a flat surface which was already glowing a reddish orange from being in the fire for way too long. The man widened his eyes— realising what was coming for him. So did I. The moment the hot rod connected to his shirtless chest, the sickening sound of skin melting away, hissing from the temperature filled the room. Then, his scream of agony followed. It rang out through the wall and seemed to echo over and over again.

He was placing his own life in danger by doing this. He just shook his head, "It's the least I can do," He said. Richard was a man in his forties, he worked alongside my father during his ruling days, and he was one of his most trusted men, loyal to the bone. Even after dad's death, he was always there when I needed anything. And to do this, I had to use any resources I have. Isaac isn't a piece of cake, running away from him is not going to be easy.