The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

Cain's hand closed over my wrist before I touched it. "Wait," he said. I looked at him. "The other chair holds a part of the eight-hundred-year woman," he said. "Kept alive across centuries to be a living continuity. If this chair is built the same way, sitting in it is not a small gesture. We do not know what it does or who it is meant for. I am not willing to let you find out by simply trying it." I looked at the chair. At Cain's hand on my wrist. At the mural, with its sixth uncertain figure.

Cami was the nurse hired to live here and take care of Fiona's health. After some commotion, Fiona took her medicine, rested, and finally her heart returned to normal. Ernesta stayed by her side, playing the role of a worried sister. Seeing Fiona's condition stabilize, she finally felt relieved and returned to her room. Once Ernesta was alone, 001 spoke up, “Master, you shouldn't do that. Fiona is the female lead, provoking the main characters won't end well.” Ernesta raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and asked, “When did I provoke her?”

"I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself." I glanced around the store before asking, "Do your parents know you're here?" She nodded. "They went out to get some inventory and told me to watch the store for a while. They'll probably be back in about an hour." It was no wonder. She had clearly planned for this. I crouched down and suddenly grabbed her foot. That sent a shiver running throughout her body, and the movement made her full chest bounce slightly. "This chair has a complicated structure. I need to take a closer look."

I was about to sit down when Fiona stopped me by raising her hands up in the air. "Stop." "Stop what?" I asked in confusion. "Where do you want to sit down?" She asked, confusing me even more. "On the chair of course, am I supposed to sit on the table?" "Don't get smart with me Hailey. Move away, that's not your seat." She hissed. I stood upright, my gaze darted around the room trying to find another chair in the room besides this one but there wasn't any. "Well, if your eyes work perfectly well you will be able to tell, there is only one chair in the room." I spat out.

Instead I felt exposed—like someone had laid the crown on my head and then turned away to see if I’d wear it right. Lincoln’s smile flickered, then hardened a fraction. He masked it with another nod that was all formality but Alison, of course, was not pleased. She fluffed the top of her skirt and pretended to look disgusted. Hector quirked an eyebrow. "Why wasn't the chair here before?" He asked curiously. Billy let out a dramatic sigh and gave Alison the side eye. "The chair was taken away a few minutes ago because a certain mistress kept trying to seat in it even though it is not in her place to do so."

"Who would have thought that a chair could be so dangerous? Perhaps we should file a complaint with the Furniture Safety Association." Amanda playfully nudged him, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Yes, because I'm sure that's exactly how they want to spend their time, investigating chair-related incidents. I'm sure they'll jump right on it." Ethan grinned, enjoying their banter. "Well, you never know. We might become famous as the victims of the vengeful chair. We'll be featured on all the talk shows." Amanda rolled her eyes, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Oh, yes, I can already see the headlines: 'The Chair Conundrum: A Love Story Gone Wrong.'"

I couldn't resist the urge to verify its solidity further. And so, with a mixture of amazement and trepidation, I settled myself more firmly into the chair, letting its comforting presence envelop me. The solid weight beneath me reassured me of its reality, grounding my senses in the realm of enchantment. The chair held an air of mystery, a testament to the limitless possibilities of magic. As I sat there, a torrent of questions flooded my mind. What other extraordinary feats could Freda accomplish? What secrets did this chair hold, and how did it fit into the greater tapestry of my own journey?

Chair yelled from across the room. “You fail to see that I am giving him an out, and he’s choosing not to take it. If you want to answer for him, I would consider it.” I looked down at Table, he was still struggling to breath under the cloth. Chair clamped his lips closed; concern laced his thoughts as his eyes darted around, trying to find a way out. “I can’t.” He finally said in a whisper. “Why?” I asked as I poured more water over the cloth.

She felt as if her world had darkened once more. ‘Goodness! What’s going on with me? He is the superior chairman of Violet Vision. How can he really be interested in me? Furthermore, you’re a married woman, Faye. You have to act like a good wife!’ Faye shook her head strenuously in an attempt to shake the image of the chairman's silhouette out of her mind. However, she could not do it. After tonight’s incident, she found that she could not stop thinking about the chairman even more.

And why she was talking about signs? “Did Rafael Wyatt meet you too?” I asked her point blank, but she kept walking as if she didn’t hear me at all. This was the first time I saw her bedroom. It was not a boring bedroom one would like to call. It had all the vibrant colors with a gold-plated touch. “Please have a seat.” She offered me the couch and seated herself on a plush layback chair, “You must be tired by now. Should I ask someone to bring you food? Or a drink? Tea?”