Rusted Chains

Two days before my wedding, I was sorting through some old belongings when I suddenly remembered the time capsules Ethan Shaw and I buried ten years ago. His expression froze the moment he heard it. He tried to talk me out of going. “It’s been so long. Someone must’ve dug them up already.” I didn’t think much of it and went back to our old school on my own. But at the spot where we buried it, I unearthed five metal boxes of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Ethan and I buried a decade ago, now rusted all over. The other three didn’t belong there—one was just as rusty, while the remaining two looked brand-new. The old box had Rose Quinn’s name carved on it. On top were the words: “My secret crush was a war of myself. Ethan, I wish you happiness.” I remembered her then—an unremarkable girl who used to sit behind us. And the two new boxes were engraved with the names Ethan Shaw and Rose Quinn. The date marked on them was today. On Ethan’s box, it read: “My greatest regret in life is that I can’t give you a wedding.” On Rose’s box, it read: “My greatest regret in life is that I can’t openly wish you a happy wedding day.”

Coincidence is a gamble, a deck of cards with loads of probabilities. Coincidence leads them into an experience that haunts them still after so many years.Coincidence drags them into decisions that scar their consciences forever.Coincidence drags them into the drama that ensues as a resultant effect.But no, it is not the regular drama.For the country is on fire, the government is burning and lives are in chains, ravaged by the demon of their past - Medusa.But lo, Medusa is not a demon.It is not an ancient Greek myth.It is not a god or goddess.It is not a religion.It is not alive.BUT IT IS HERE!

BOOK 1 "When I finally take you Seraphina, it will not be vanilla. You will beg, you will claw at my skin, and lastly your heart..... it'll cease to beat for you, and just for me." His fingers curled around her wrist, guiding her hands to caress the sides of his face. "Don't you want it?" Her heart pounded against her chest, She couldn't even fathom the word, no. _____ In a world ruled by four supernatural factions, Lucian Valemont, the last pure blooded Lycan, reigns with ruthless power and a heart forged in frost. Seraphina Noir, the last of the fire-born witches, is delivered to his feet in chains, branded a traitor, stripped of her magic, and burning with vengeance. She blames him for everything that had gone wrong. While, He sees her as a threat he should eliminate. But the moment their eyes meet, fate stirs. She was supposed to be his enemy and he was meant to be her executioner. But a feeling, ancient pulses between them, it is dark, forbidden, and dangerously tempting. What began with chains and hatred sparks into obsession. And what should have ended in blood.....ignites into fire. One that can't help but consume them.

Migumi, a wolfless Omega, clings to survival in the cruel grasp of Alpha Cyrus. Betrayed by the one she thought was her mate, Migumi's world shatters when she learns she’s been nothing but a toy for amusement in his life. In an unexpected turn of events, Migumi finds refuge in Alpha Aiden, a mateless werewolf prince. Will she break free from the chains of her past, or will the shadows of Cyrus’s lies consume her forever?

[Mature content] [completed 20/5/2017] ❝The sane can turn you insane.❞ Anger. That's all he feels but when a certain kind of light sheds on his life, resistance is the solution. She bounds him in her chains and returns him from the anger to the light. She is his own personal angel. She plays the piano and he's on her heart keys over again. All rights reserved.

The story took place in America with two leads; a male and a female. The story revolves around the life of two people bounded by fate to fall in love after a hateful relationship. Several things happen along the line and the relationship goes sour . The male lead, a Mafia boss and a CEO with illegal chains of drug businesses adores the female lead a young girl in her early 20s. Their relationship started off in a spiteful way with a lot of secrets to be uncovered as it goes on.

Raven was Kieran’s everything—until a deadly betrayal tore his family apart and he marked her as the traitor. Locked in chains and branded his slave, she waited for him to realize the truth. But he never did. Now, she’s free. A new name, a new face and a heart hardened by pain. Kieran wants her back. He swears he’ll fix everything. But Raven doesn’t want his love anymore. She wants vengeance.

Once the unwanted foster daughter of the Sawyer family, Briella endured chains, cruelty, and a betrayal that nearly cost her life. Everyone thinks she’s long gone. But five years later, she returns as Skye—an elite designer, a mother of twins, and the silent force behind a storm that’s about to break. She’s not here to forgive. She’s here to expose lies, ruin reputations, and make every last one of them pay.

Eloïse Woods, who adheres to her mom's footsteps in becoming an Ankara fashion designer, Meets the elegant embodiment of a telenovela model. Like water to a dying plant is this mysterious man to a desiccating heart. Eloïse breaks the suffocating chains of her dad's guidance as she plunges into the arms of the first man she decides to donate her heart to. A building begins to crumble, Fingers are pointed, Someone is used, A heart is broken. Can every broken heart really be mended? Romance/Mystery

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.