Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

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I liked it. As he moved toward the other edge of the room, he grabbed one of the chains tied to the wall and pulled it. I immediately felt the chain attached to my arms tighten, pulling my arms upward. He continued, pulling his end of the chain, pulling my arms up until I was fully stretched out, my hands high above my head, to the point where I even had to stand on my toes as the chain pulled my arms but my whole body upward. "Wow, you look so lovely and so vulnerable like that, Miss Reina," Cullen said as he looked at me.

She says and hung up the call "Well have a good day, Reed!" She says and attempts to leave but Reed sprung up from the floor, "We won't be doing any of that hide and seek, Rielle!" He says and holds her by her arm "It's just a one time thing, Reed! Don't get so attached" she says and looked up at him in the eye

” I murmured lowly. I was done playing fair. Done holding back. I stalked after him, picking up a piece of glass again from the ground and clenched in my hand like a promise carved from vengeance. Reed’s eyes nearly popped out and he started crawling back fearfully. “No—no, wait!” he scrambled, real fear leaking into his voice now. “I—I didn’t mean—It was just—just a joke—!” he was breathing hard and looked like a pathetic dog who was spouting nonsense to save his little life.

In one smooth tug, he pulled me straight between his knees, trapping me right against his broad chest. I gasped, my hands instinctively slamming onto his shoulders. "What are you doing, Reyes?!" "Getting my balance," he murmured innocently, pulling me another inch closer until there wasn't a whisper of space left between us. His dark eyes glinted with a dangerously playful edge that made my pulse spike. "Besides... if I’m going to fake a whole career-ending injury just for your attention, I deserve a real reward." "You deserve a penalty for dramatic acting," I whispered frantically, trying and failing to find my footing on the slick ice. "Let go of me!"

But he pulls me back. “Let me go!” I try to pull away from him, but he holds his grip. “Stop!” He holds me in place as my chest rises and falls. When I look to my right, there’s Rhett tied to a steel pillar. “What’s going on?” I ask. He turns me around so I can face him. “I need you to calm down. Remember?” He asks me as I swallow hard, then nod my head. “Great. Now…” he let go of me.

I doubt Odette wants to kill him yet so even with the blood leaking from him it is just to keep him down he will continue to live. I feel something which I reach for before trying to drag back to the surface. I’ve never fished, but this is the closest I can think of as I try to reel what I hope is Cal back to the surface. I heave, my head swarming as I try to pull him up. I feel sweat drench my body until I nearly stumble back. I wipe the blood from my nose, feeling the tether disappear. I try again. “Cal, come back,” I add softly. I see his lip twitch and I delve deeper once more, pulling a dragging when I feel the tether connect.

Reid, beside her, tugged at his collar like the fabric was strangling him. Again and again, Reid adjusted his collar as they walked in, and Raees gave him a quick sidelong glance, amused, even though she was no better. “They’re not going to bite, you know,” she teased, slipping her hand through his arm. “You look like you’re about to go in there to stand trial,” she teased. He muttered, tugging the edge of his jacket, “King of feels like it. Only this jury knows how to scold, and we are running just a little bit late too.”

"I got you." "Pull me up!" Elion cried, looking down at the forty-foot drop. "Please!" Cale gritted his teeth. He pulled. But he had no leverage. He was lying on wet slate. And he was weak. So weak. He slipped. Just an inch. "I can't," Cale whispered. The realization was a knife in his gut. "I don't have the strength." "Yes you do!" Elion shouted. "You're Cale! You're the Reaper! You catch things!"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he heard her continue to mutter words under her breath. He grabbed a hold of the bars that Were in front of him as he grabbed a hold of them and tugged them tightly. He pulled them back and watched as they shook and with one final tug he watched as they were able to pull away. He let out a relieved sigh from his lips at the sight of it as a small grin made its way onto his face. He knew that he had no time to waste as he pushed inside.