Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

Levantus speaks next. “Can you be unbound? Get your vision back and unlock your abilities? Anyone who turns out to be like you?” I furrow my brow and consider his question. “Moira, the witch who healed me said that the binding isn’t permanent, but it’s very strong. It would take a decent amount of power, the right kind of ritual to do the unbinding. It’s possible killing the one who did it could lift it, but that is an unknown.”

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them. Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place. The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape. "How did you end up like this?" I asked. She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water. "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.

The hospital room remained tranquil, save for the soft hum of medical equipment and the occasional hushed conversation among the nurses and doctors. His peaceful repose belied the magnitude of the ordeal he had faced. Glued to a chair—such a peculiar form of torment, one that seemed inconceivable until it became Desmond's harsh reality. The adhesive, a symbol of the bully's callousness and cruelty, had held him captive, both physically and emotionally.

The commotion had caused the remaining palace residents up on their toes and rushed to the physician’s quarters upon hearing news about Tobeyaz’s strange behaviour. “What is happening to my cousin?” asked Lady Emia who appeared with her attending lady-in-waiting. She was in her sleeping gown with a large shawl draping her shoulders, covering her body properly. Everyone in the chamber lowered their heads. Then, the physician answered, “I don’t have the slightest idea, Your Highness. But, Lord Tobeyaz said that he was under a spell and needed medicine that could repel it.” “Spell?” Lady Emia was dismayed. No spell could be healed with mere medicine.

“No matter what happens, Tristan, we’ll be okay. Our baby will be okay.” He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I believe that, Fiona. You’re strong, and nothing will happen. You both will be fine.” And then, as the surgeon began the surgery to deliver our child, Tristan and I clung to each other’s hands, united through our mate bond. Together, we faced the chaos, and we both realized just how much we mean to each other, and knowing that as long as we had each other, we would be alright, our baby would be alright.

And I knew better than to run. The last time I tried, I was locked in the basement for two days. No food. No light. Only his rage. I shook the memory off and searched for the feather duster, trying to focus. But then— A sharp tug on my hair yanked my head back. I gasped, stumbling, and landed hard on the floor. My back smacked against the tiles. Pain jolted up my spine as my tailbone hit with a sickening thud. I didn’t even have time to scream.

she muttered to herself, but her chest still hurt. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not in a marriage that was supposed to be just paperwork and signatures. Not when they had rules, boundaries, and zero romance. But the image wouldn’t leave her head. Celine hugging him. Adrian not pushing her away. Her hand gripped the brush again, a little tighter this time. She dragged it through her hair like she could brush the thought out of her mind. Then came the sound of the door, a soft click, followed by slow footsteps.

The last thing Eric remembered before they fell asleep was him wrapping his arms around Annie’s waist and Annie snuggling closer to him. He woke up when he felt her untangling herself from him. She didn’t do it gently but with force and ran into his bathroom and what followed was the sound of Annie puking her guts out. He got down from the bed and went to check on her. He saw her kneeling in front of the toilet, her face in the toilet bowl. He took a few steps to where she was, kneeled by her side and caressed her back, whispering soothing words in her ear.

Even though they're all Criminals The end TBC Appreciation Thank you everyone that read my story , I'm very grateful for your support. kindly check my other books and be expecting the book two of bound .

" You don't know the way to the toilet? " He was sarcastic, and cold this time around. A hand pulled his sleeves nervously to each side A hand he believed to be hers. " Husband, I can't go to the toilet. " He waited for her to speak, and when she did finally, she hammered her fist against his hard chest with a choked cry reddening her cheeks. " Dundun has blocked the toilet doors! " " Oh! " Royalty's lips formed an amused O. He raised his head, and Indeed saw the fat reptile curled up on the foot mat before the toilet. A greedy expression outlined his lashes.