The Chain Kindle Novels & Stories

"By the way, his mother gave me this," I say, pulling out the chain the woman gave me before she died. It's a chain with a gold ring, and next to it is a beautiful heart-shaped locket adorned with small diamonds forming a "K." I hand him the chain, he takes it, and I can see a hint of pain in his eyes. Then he pulls my arm again, and I'm starting to get annoyed; I don't like it when he does that.

No, it's absurd, he wouldn't waste time on that, Damian is not the type of man who pursues women, or at least he gives the impression that he doesn't. I hide nimbly in another hallway; he won't be able to see me if I bend down to look for boxes of double-sided tape. There's just a long shelf full of products between Damian and the girl who serves it, and I can hear what they're saying. I hear the reason he was here. “You have my order.” Damian says in a deep voice. My curiosity arouses and I want to know what he came to buy. "Of course sir." The sound of iron hitting the ground tells me to buy chains, “12 to 0.551 hexagonal link steel chain with titanium reinforcements, almost impossible to

he explained the workings of the chain to her. "Thanks" Constanza said as she kept the chain in her bag. It had shrunk to become very small, the witch assured her that it would become big when she needed it. She thanked him again and then she and Killian exited the stalls. "Well we have bought it, let's just hope a situation doesn't arise that we need them." Constanza said hopefully. "I hope so too" Killian replied, he didn't know how to tell her that the chains were for him and that he could already feel the madness coming on.

Will shrugged, hoping he sounded less concerned than he was. "Did you get this for me?" Zayn stared up with a look of disbelief and Will glanced down at the chain with a worried look. "Why? y,you don't like it?" Zayn's mouth fell open and his eyes went down to the chain before it came back up. "Did you see this before you buying it?" "...of course I did." "This is a couple's chain you know?" he said as if trying to clarify what he was holding "You get half of the chain and I get half, with each saying...this."

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.”

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

Something was coming and whatever it was, it wasn't good. Lightning flashed in the black sky, giving me enough light and time to see the shadows that moved swiftly in the dark as if they were walking on air. My hand reached for my necklace instinctively. If it came down to the worst moment, I would rip off the damn thing that restricted my powers and use my gifts.

“True, I don’t like the circles under her eyes. Can we take her to the medical centre? Or do you insist on keeping her here?” It surprised Cal as much as the healer with his strong emotional response to this inquiry. “No, she stays here.” Cal watched Jaxon with the chains. He was looking at them speculatively, and Cal knew his thoughts. Jaxon hadn’t witnessed Cal’s claim to her. However, Jaxon knew they weren’t the standard one-night issue chains kept for the curious to play at being a submissive. These were Cal’s personal chains. He placed on women he claimed for a time.

Inside, supported by black velvet, was a thin, delicate anklet of gold. Delicate. Thin. And a tiny ruby pendant shaped like a flame. Sera scowled at it as if it were a living serpent. No letter. No message. Only the weight of it in her hand — light, but somehow confining. She flushed with rage and flung it against the wall. It fell on the carpet with a soft *clink* on the distant wall. Sera trembled with outrage. She wasn't his fucking plaything. She didn't belong to anyone.

Lala My eyes sting from the blindfold and the chains are cutting into my skin. I can't tell how much time has passed already. Soon I hear sounds of someone unlocking a key, the slow metallic click echoing around the cell like someone dragging a spoon inside my skull. My wrists feel like they don’t even belong to me anymore, they’ve been tied for so long that I can barely tell if they’re shaking or if it’s the wagon still messing with my balance. I try to adjust myself on the cold floor but the moment I shift, one of the guards kicks the side of my leg like he’s reminding me I’m not supposed to move or breathe or exist unless they say so.