Tied Up Novels & Stories

"What did you just say to me?" "I said shut up!" I shoved myself off the dumpster, standing straight. "You don't know anything about me. About what really happened. You're just Vivienne's little puppets, dancing whenever she pulls your strings." Silence. Then Madison's face twisted into something ugly. "Hold her." Hands grabbed my arms. Pinned them behind my back. I struggled, but there were too many of them—fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. "You want to talk back?" Madison stepped forward. "Fine. Let's see how brave you are."

May be little bit characters can be involved in middle . It's Shiva & Navya tied up together....... how???? Here after we are going to see the love journey between Shiva and Navya.... Please do

They used a very thick rope to tie up Zhou Tian's hands and feet. Even Zhou Tian's calves were tied up, and Zhou Tian went down from his knees like a big rice dumpling. His hands were still tied back tightly. Even if Zhou Tian had great skills, he could not break free. Seeing that Zhou Tian was tied up, Uncle Kong immediately fell into despair. He was also tied up honestly and accepted his fate. Seeing that Zhou Tian was finally subdued, the daughter of the tribal leader was satisfied and ordered her men to lift Zhou Tian up and escort her back to the tribe.

his fangs bearing, “it’s memorable.” “Memorable?” “Yes. Very. That even to this day I still think of it often." Agatha’s hands tried to unleash the strings, but she was tied tightly to the bedpost. “Let go." "Not quite yet." "Why? Why tie me up like this?" “Entanglement.” "What?" "This is how you tied me up with your memories." "I didn't do it on purpose." "I know you didn't." "Then untie me." Austin shook his head.

she chuckled crazily and clapped her hands in victory. "Don't you fvcking let me out here because that will be your death, Mica!" It might be a dumb of her to still try coming after her when she was tied. But then, she knew she could kill once her hands and feet were untied. All this time, Mica was deceiving them. She was only waiting for this perfect time to do all of this and execute her plan.

He pulls a bundle of bright pink rope out from underneath his shirt at the base of his spine. Oh boy, my uncle and his Shibari. I was staying the night with Uncle Ryder one weekend, and I walked in on him, Uncle Tee, and Aunt Ali all beautifully tied up in different positions. Uncle Jax and Uncle Dom were both in the middle of artfully tying Uncle Cal’s arms behind his back. I didn’t want to intrude on them, so I went back downstairs and then called JT to talk me through the problem that was caused because of it. They wouldn’t hear me since they were too busy anyway.

The flicker in her eyes, the tightening of her fingers against her arms. For a heartbeat, the room was thick with unsaid words, the air charged with something that wasn’t quite anger, wasn’t quite denial.

The only thing was that it didn’t seem to be as effective now that he was bonded. Usually, he could push these first signs away for a day or two very easily but he was already struggling to fight it off. Perhaps it was the constant closeness of his mate that was making it so hard. It was like his body didn’t understand why it needed to wait when his mate was right there. He wanted to tear his hair out in frustration. Trace had found a farmer with a patch of land that his cows weren’t grazing and was willing to negotiate the use of it for a few days.

Still nothing. My heart flipped. My pulse shot up. My throat tightened around air that suddenly felt thin. My glasses. Where the fuck were my glasses? Why couldn’t I see? I jerked forward and that’s when the second thing hit—I couldn’t move. Arms yanked behind me, legs tight. Rough rope dug into my skin. My wrists burned. My ankles throbbed. Tied. I was tied up. My chest caved in around the thought. I yanked instinctively, body jerking—stupid, stupid, everything hurt—but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t calm down. My lungs locked tight. My breath broke into short, fast bursts that sounded way too loud in the silence.

Xavier had tossed his jacket onto a chair and yanked his tie loose, his hair slightly mushed from a day of running his hands through it in frustration. I leaned against the kitchen island, watching him. "So," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Day one of the six-month sentence is officially over. Did the world end? Or did we actually pull off the 'happy couple' act?" Xavier didn’t turn around. "The stocks are up. People believe us. That’s all that matters." "Is it?" I walked over, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. I stopped a few feet behind him. "Because you looked like you wanted to strangle me in that elevator. Or maybe you just wanted to finish what we started in the