The Chain Book Review Novels & Stories

Nyxios instructed, stepping back to observe. As Patrina struggled, the chains tightened incrementally, the runes glowing brighter. Heat spread from the metal to her skin, traveling up her arms and down through her core. She fought harder, panic rising in her throat. Suddenly she stopped as the sensation transformed into something altogether different. Warmth flowed over her, not painful but intensely pleasurable. Her resistance melted into a yearning that made her gasp. The chains loosened slightly, responding to her body's surrender even as her mind continued to rebel.

The chains respond instantly. They hum — soft, metallic, aware. Moon-forged. Alive. Each link adjusts against my wrists and ankles, tightening just enough to remind me that resistance has already been measured… and accepted. The word slips into my mind without permission. Accepted. My stomach twists. These chains are not punishing me. They are studying me. Preparing me. A faint vibration travels through the floor, so subtle I almost think I imagined it. Dust shifts near the far wall. Shadows flicker, though nothing moves to create them.

He raised himself, and without hesitation, he entered me with force, He thrust into me roughly and it felt so good. He pulled himself out again and went back to teasing me with his mouth. He licked and gently sucked on my clit. He allowed me to get close to climaxing and then he came back up and entered his manhood inside of me again. He used even more force than he did the first time. He gripped my chain with his hands."You're mine forever " "I'm chained to you forever."I moaned.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

I asked. Andy nodded, his eyes dark. “Then why? Why do you stay with him?” He chuckled sadly. “Oh, Mia. Believe me I’ve tried to leave. But I just can’t.” I watched him as pure agonizing emotion played in his eyes. His face was dark when he said, “I’m chained to him, Mia. Whether by design or fate, I don’t know. I just can’t get away from him. I hate him sometimes. But… I… I’m chained to him. I… I have these feelings for him. It’s so fucking confusing and complicated. I don’t know. I just don’t know why or how or what the fuck ever… I just don’t. He makes me happy, and then he makes me angry and pissed.”

"So do I." A sharp clang shattered the moment. Everyone spun toward the pedestal, one of the moonsteel chains had fallen to the floor. No one had touched it. Then another sound followed, and then another. The sound echoed through the sanctuary like the tolling of a bell. Kael's eyes widened. "We need to get away from the Codex." "Now." They barely had time to move before the final chain snapped, the book remained exactly where it was. But slowly.. Very slowly... Its cover opened by itself. The pages began turning without anyone touching them and from somewhere deep within the sanctuary...

I was near my father’s pack grounds, and the thought made my insides clench. The chain, which I had been following, had taken control. I was sucked past the pack grounds and further down the hill. I tried to release the chain but y hand was stuck to it, as if the chain was taking me the rest of the way, because it knew I would turn away.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

Some wounds take longer to find than they do to feel. But I never stopped checking my phone for his name. My apartment was small, quiet, and cluttered with secondhand furniture. A chipped table. A bookshelf that leaned slightly to the left. A couch too soft for its own good. It was nothing like the sleek city life I’d once dreamed of. And it was perfect. I got a job at a little bookstore down the street. The kind of place that still used paper receipts and smelled like old wood and dust jackets. It was owned by a woman named Lila—tough as nails and twice as sharp.

Maybe he is the reason why my Chain changed to red last night. Just wait ...and see! ** Hey. How is the story. So more is coming your way. Just read and see. Whom do you think sent those messages and a video. Write your guesses and we found out. My books include. -Ugly and insecure. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -The rejected nagin.