The Chain Kindle Novels & Stories

“Back up. Tell me how it started with Chain. You stayed out of loyalty, even when things turned bad?” “Yeah.” She took a shaky breath. “We were out in the fields, prepping crops for winter storage. Chain strolled in holding this heavy silver chain, links thick and twisted. One of the guys, Gus, was messing around, lightening the mood with some laughs. Chain went straight to him, said no one wasted time joking on his watch.” The scene played vivid in her mind; she rubbed her arms instinctively. “He swung that chain like a lash. I waited for his wolf to surge up and stop him but nothing. He’d figured it out.”

The links of the chain were worked into the shape of small skulls between which round beads were inserted like crimson drops. “What’s this?” I breathed, marveling at the gloomy beauty of the thing. “It’s... it’s a gift, little one,” he smiled. Then, he skillfully undid the clasp, dividing the chain into two parts. He grasped one part in his fist and held out the other one to me, “May I?” A shiver ran down my spine.

Nanindig ang aking balahibo ng maalala kung paano niya sabihin ang kaniyang pangalan habang ginagawa namin ang bagay na iyon noon "Its Flynn Thorn Hawkson. The CEO of the Golden Eagle Enterprises." napaawang lalo ang baba ko habang tinitignan sila. Flynn Thorn? I took out my phone and scanned the Golden Eagle Enterprises. When I finally saw his face, it immediately sent shivers down my spine and as if something was urging me to straighten my back. I can't understand the feeling. "Heina." Amber caught my attention. I looked at her eyes. I saw fear and worry. Napakunot ang noo ko.

And now she wanted to walk right into their world. ⸻ The Chain Around His Neck That night, Kael sat alone by the bedroom window. A storm was rising. The clouds rumbled like ancient beasts awakening, and wind clawed at the windows like something desperate. He held the silver chain in his hand—the one he wore every day, tucked beneath his collar, away from the world. At the end of it hung a small moonstone ring, the last gift Lyra ever gave him. He closed his eyes. “You’d know what to say,” he whispered.

Kaelen's face, glimpsed in a bolt of lightning, was a prayer held in the fist. "Now!" he bellowed and pushed through. The golden chain scorched up and down his chest, its heat a brand. He sensed something pass through him a memory, or a memory's shadow: a child's laughter at the edge of a beach, Krishna's hand cold in his on a threshold of stars. The chain owed back; the chain wanted to be paid back.

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

"But he'll never be able to forget me. No matter what you do, I'll always be by his side." She raised her glass, her eyes full of contempt. The bracelet on her wrist had the same pattern as Lucien's cufflinks. Just then, the music swelled, and Lucien took the microphone at the center of the room. "In a few days, Scarlett and I will hold our marking ceremony," he announced. "And tonight, I will bestow upon my Luna, the most precious necklace of our pack, the Moonlight Gem." He opened a box, and a magnificent moonstone glowed with a mysterious light. T

The tension between us was palpable as we made our way back to the cabin, the rain still lashing against the windows. Carter’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. I could feel his anger, his confusion, pulsing through the car like an electric current, but neither of us spoke. What Samuels had said kept playing over and over in my head: Langford’s just as much a part of this as Damien was.

she replied. "Yes, Goodbye." Charles replied without even looking up, going over the hard-copy schematics of the overseas bridge for the umpteenth time. Joanne looked back at him one more time before shutting the double doors. At her desk, Charles' butler was already waiting for her. "If the madam would please-"the butler said. Joanne packed her empty hand bag and followed the man out. Her thoughts only anticipating what tomorrow could bring... ********************************* Flip, flip, flip. The light rustles of the notebook periodically sliced the solid air of silence in the room that evening. The room was dark save for the small flashlight in Joanne's hand, and the breeze occasionally

I said softly, and then we kissed passionately. *** End of Chained to the Billionaire