Nine Ties Novels & Stories

I say softly, "I'd like to see you, please." "How can I deny such a sweet request?" Alex responds before quickly stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Standing proudly erect in front of me Alex murmurs, "Do you like what you see, Olivia?" I nod my head, words failing me as I lick my lips. "Well, that's enough seeing for a moment," Alex says, and I notice the grey tie from earlier in his hands. Gently, Alex binds my eyes and I am plunged into darkness. "I'll be back in a second," Alex lets me know.

My fingers tremble as I tie a knot around my waist, as if it’s capable of holding me together when everything else starts breaking. My heart is in my throat with every step I take toward the door. My knees feel weaker, and my mind sways with each passing second. I can’t do this. I have to stand my ground. I can’t keep losing myself. I need to grow up. I don’t process turning the lock or opening the door, but I do process his deep frown lines and creased forehead. I feel his firm grip on my arm, pulling me closer as he bends to meet my face. Only then do I smell the scotch on his breath and the strong mixture of sweat and body odor radiating from him.

to what’s to come. As we enter his bedroom, the welcoming dimness envelops us. He lets go of my hand to remove his jacket and tie, while I slide the zipper of my dress down, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks. There’s no rush in his movements, no sign of impatience. On the contrary, everything about him signals care, a desire to savor every second.

“I have thought of nothing but you, every day, for 7 years. It’s been so long since I’ve thought of what I might do when I finally found you. I’m realising I had almost lost all hope of you ever returning to me. There’s so much racing through my head. Things I want to say to you, things I need to know, understand…. But I can’t seem to stop thinking about touching you.” “I feel the same way. It is our bond. The tether that binds us. The connection was severed so soon, our souls yearn for each other. Without each other, we are incomplete.” I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he finished his liquid and stalked toward me. A look of determination and desire on his face. With his face inches fr

or the sound of footsteps echoing faintly from the landing. But nothing came. Not even a distant creak from the old floorboards that always groaned under the weight of movement. I waited—five minutes. Then ten. Then thirty. Still, nothing. A strange knot formed in my chest, a twisting unease that refused to settle. My skin prickled with every second that passed. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. Once. Twice. Then again and again, my thumb growing numb from pressing redial. Ten times. No answer. Straight to voicemail each time.

Yet, when I attempted to mate with her, it proved futile. “What is that?” Aaron inquired, his brow furrowing with concern. “The mating process,” I confessed with a heavy heart. “I couldn't feel her. It signifies one harsh reality: nothing will ever work between us. The only recourse left is to sever this sickening bond and return her to her family, even if it necessitates enlisting more witches to dissolve the tie. I'll endure the pain; after all, I've grown accustomed to such pain,” I murmured, gazing out of the window, grappling with the weight of my decision.

The first thing Justina Ashes noticed wasn’t the sheets or the view of the city, glittering like diamonds beneath the penthouse windows, it was the silk. Smooth, cold, and cutting gently into the delicate skin of her wrists where they were tied above her head. The headboard was carved from dark wood, polished to a gleam, and the ties looped tight enough to make her pulse thrum in her fingertips. She tested them once foolishly, instinctively and they only cinched tighter.

Desperate for. My medal. I couldn't stay away from Becca. Now the world knows about us and I don't care. My dad knows about her and I don't care. In fact, I think he is starting to like her slowly. "Trent!" Jesse rushes in quickly with a tie in his hand. "Please help me with this damn thing." I'm done sliding in my pink suit and white shirt. It's strange that Jesse has never learnt to put on his tie on his own. There's not a day he hasn't been assisted to tie up.

After a while of walking and talking about stars, they both reach the junction where they both part ways to their various homes. Ok fine. So we part here, says Gilbert, as they reach their point of separation. This point of separation, they nicknamed “The Punisher’s junction”, as the punisher had been their best movie since they were just thirteen and four years after didn’t change that. This was the first point they discovered they both loved the movie. “I’ll see you tomorrow then”. Gilbert says as he sends his hand to greet. “Yeah” sending his hand smiling. They had their routine of imitating Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith’s style of greeting which was done at the Karate Kid ending scene. Aft

Next week, I'm marrying your uncle. Marrying the heir to the Gibson family fortune? Of course I'd be over the moon! The chicken soup errand was done, and I no longer felt like playing pretend with these people. "Seth, it's getting late. I'm gonna head out," I said. I was about to leave when Janice grabbed my sleeve, grinning at me. "Nevaeh, I've never seen snowmelt from the top of the mountain. It's such a shame. Could you get me some more?"