The Chain Book Review Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TYLA Point of View The chains shook with every step I took, a constant reminder that I was held captive. Five steps from the bed to the window. Seven to the bathroom door. Twelve to the bookshelf in the corner. I had counted them all, memorized the exact length, learned precisely how far I could go before the metal bit into my ankle and brought me up short. Days had passed since I had been locked in my room. How many, I couldn't be sure anymore. The window offered glimpses of daylight and darkness, but in my disfigured state, everything began to blue. I couldn't distinguish between day and night. I limped across the room, the chain dragging behind me like a reluctant shad

From the inside of a practice that is itself thirty-seven years old. Below: The question Clara's last entry asks — who taught Ava? — is the question the third book asks. Who taught the person who taught the person? Where does the chain begin? The answer: it begins wherever someone decides to pay attention. Wherever someone decides to look first, understand second, say third. Wherever someone decides to make the bowl and make it again. The chain doesn't have a first link. It has the first person who chose to be in it. I chose to be in it.

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

The glowing magic curled around my wrist like a chain—except this chain burned like anger, like fire with a personality. Just when I thought it was finally over and I was going to rest, this had to happen. This had to come in and ruin my evening even more. And at that point, I just knew. Tonight was just starting to become what I would describe as one hell of a night. I gasped and tried to yank my arm away— But the chain tightened. It pulsed. It beat like a second heartbeat. And the burning slid into my veins like living fire. What the hell was this?

David had repeatedly probed her with indirect questions about military matters, and Jane never suspected anything, telling him everything she knew. She had even mailed David some of the classified documents she had seen in Declan's study. At that time, she never thought her actions were wrong. She only felt happy that she was helping her beloved and receiving his praise. However, after her unexpected pregnancy, she completely lost contact with David and finally realized something was wrong. Declan had discovered her wrongdoing when he found her crying alone in secret. He could not bear for his childhood friend to go to prison, so he set his sights on me, who was also pregnant.

FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die.

He ensured back. I looked around the lobby once again to make sure that we are alone. I finally shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed that chain in the cluster form and took it out. Noah was curiously looking at my hand. I grabbed one end of the chain and left the other end for the rest of chain to untangle As the chain unfolded infront of us, Noah's eyes Popped out of his sockets in shock. His face turned pale as his eyes were fixed on the metal chain filled with blood. Noah took the chain and rubbed his hand on the snake of that chain.

Such was the indomitable might of the Firmament Chain, that whatever the giant skeletal hand had robbed from Chu Xun, it was being drawn back in full. The monster inside the cave let loose a series of angry, guttural howls. Forged by the very laws of Nature, the Firmament Chain had been consuming Chu Xun's True Energy while keeping him in check, and the gigantic skeletal hand's draining away of Chu Xun's life had angered it. The Chain pulsed with another blinding glow, then it withdrew quickly. Crack! An ear-splitting clap of bones cracking resounded and the skeletal hand began splitting. "What devilry is this, you puny ant! Take it away! Take it away now or I'll smash you to bits!"

They sang. Every corner of the realm shimmered with rebirth. Emily was not just a queen. She was a revolution wearing a crown. They brought Dama with them, holding his little hands in theirs as he toddled between them. The boy was growing quickly — bright-eyed and curious, asking questions about everything he saw. “Why do we burn the chains, Mama?” he asked one morning, his voice high and clear. Emily knelt down and brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Because chains should never touch the skin of the innocent. We burn them so they can never hurt anyone again.”