Nardo Wick Chains Novels & Stories

What a joke. That ungrateful child who had once called another woman 'Mommy' was already gone. What harm could there possibly be?

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

I can replicate a code to start it. Nate feels a pang of nostalgia at the mention of riding. In particular, he remembers the Yamaha MT-09 that crashed in the ravine in Batangas. It was the perfect bike for riding a lot, whether on the highway or on a dirt road. Shadow probably hadn’t chosen it for those reasons though. He just listened to the Filipino salesman rave about how John Wick rode the bike in Chapter 3 - Parabellum. Nate has the helmet that Hyung Shadow gave him, scratches and all, in his on-campus dorm room. He should probably run and get it now.

Loyalty that had been tested and tested and had never broken. "But if it is the medicine, why are you chaining him?" I asked, my eyes dropping to the iron around Adrian's wrists. The metal looked heavy and cruel, and I could see the red marks already forming on his skin where it pressed against him. "It will not hold him for long." Garrick said, and he pulled on one of the chains to test its strength, the links clinking against each other in the quiet room. "And if he is still triggered, we need him contained. He cannot be allowed to roam free when he is like this."

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.

his cold voice warned, slicing through the silence, and the sound of clacking irons filled her ears as he moved away. Zezi panicked, and in a quick movement, she made him switch positions with her, trapping him with her thighs, observing at that moment the bundle of chains around his wrists. They had uneven ends like they had been snapped apart- or snapped away from something, also there was a dangling handcuff around his left wrist. Had he been chained to something? What had happened to Valerick in the den? What treatment was Nicholas and his crew administering to him that required all these chains? "What are you doing?" His gaze was intense, like he could see right through her soul. Like a

The man was wearing a pair of fashion glasses, and and ice gold chain worth millions of dollars around his neck, his dress code somehow accentuated the kind of work he does, probably a singer/ musician or a dancer or both combined, as his left arm was covered in tattoos. In Delta city, if you're not a singer, a musician, a disc jockey, a wrestler, a footballer, and e.t.c you'd dare not have tattoos so it gave Diana something to think about... She doesn't remember knowing someone who does all of that! Still, who is this? She thought as he approached, "And you're?" She furrowed her eye brows slightly and further scrutinized the man. It's me, Gibson Wiz A.K.A Wizzy", the man took of his glasses

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

He couldn’t face her but mostly he couldn't see her go. Sighing, Nikolas’s fingers went to his neck, and he touched the gold chain he always wore. The diamond-studded N denoting the first letter of his name hung from it, glittering in the soft light. It was a gift from his foster dad on his eighteenth birthday and he had never parted from it to date. He unclasped it and fixed it around Brooklyn’s neck.