Suicideboys Chains Novels & Stories

She barely made a sound when I slipped the needle into her arm but I didn't wait for it to take effect; in and out. Making my way around to the other side of the bed I pulled the fucker out of it by his neck. "Get up you fuck." He fumbled around between sleep and wake as I dragged him from the room out the door and down the stairs. "Who are you, what're you doing in my house?" I pulled the hoodie off right before punching him in the throat and crushing his larynx. While he clutched at his throat and stumbled around I pulled my weapon of choice from the black leather backpack. I had no need to speak to the asshole, besides he'd never be able to utter another word in his fucking life anyway so

His thumb rubbed my clit in steady circles. I whispered "Please..." It came out more like a moan. My hips tried to move but the chains held me. "Are you asking me to begin mmm" His face buried back in my pussy licking everywhere. Then he looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry. "Beg me." His tongue went flat licking all the way from my hole to my clit. One long slow drag. I moaned out loudly. My head falling back. His eyes full of need. My hands grabbed his hair as much as the chains let me. He sucked my clit and his tongue flickered fast on my wet cunt.

Damn these chains. “Fuck you, Zeus! Do you hear me? and fuck these mother fucking chains!” I didn’t have to try hard. Once I took the chains in my hands they snapped. Almost like they couldn’t take anymore, they broke, and fell to the sides of my soulless body. Like Drake, my body disintegrated into dust and drifted away with the air. “Well… that image will remain in my head forever more. Damn!”

The four boys who used to trail after me had turned into this. Silently, I gave each of them a zero. Guys like that weren't worthy of carrying my shoes. I was about to close the stream for good when new comments popped up— [Why are four guys circling her? She trying to collect the whole set?] [Are you dumb? That's Chloe. The Blanchet heiress!] [They grew up with her. Swore if they couldn't marry her, they'd protect her forever!] Chloe? Blanchet heiress?

I snapped, turning and trying to look around the tree to her, but I couldn’t see her. “What’s best for my people.” “Do you really think Kaiden will let you get away with this? If he didn’t want me here, he would have just let me go when I ran last night!” I insisted, pulling against the chains as I heard the lock click shut behind me. The metal dug into my waist, keeping my arms trapped by my sides. I pressed my hands against my thighs, trying to make myself as small as possible as I thrashed around, hoping to get the chain to drop.

I sank my teeth into the flesh at the back of his neck, biting down with all the strength I had left. He roared in pain, his steps faltering, and threw me to the ground. I hit the dirt with a thud. “Change of plans,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’ll kill you instead.” He reached into his sock and pulled out a knife, its blade reflecting the moonlight as he freed it from its sheath. My eyes widened, terror gripping me as he advanced. I tried to crawl backward, but the chains held me fast, tangling around my limbs like a snare.

Sam shrugs nonchalantly and I gape. “The police? What did you do?” He hesitates before answering. “I stabbed a man with a broken bottle.” “Why?” “It was more self-defense . . . he was drunk, we were at a bar, he got rowdy and put his hands on me. I barely remember getting angry, just running out the door with blood on my hands.” “Did he . . . die?” I ask, scared to hear the answer. “Yes.” “Oh my . . . y-you killed-"

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”