Untying The Knot Novels & Stories

He's moving in to verify. I didn’t reply, Damien could handle it without my input, but I stood by the phone anyway, waiting for the next update. Minutes dragged, then another message. Not him but got some info from another contact. They call it the Knot. Ritual work, I’ll explain when I know more. The Knot… The word throbbed like a bruise in my mind. A ritual to break and reforge bonds? If true, then the sacred was just another tool for men to twist. If Alex could unmake fate, then he could unmake everything.

He pulled up to the university gates. The campus spread out before us with ivy-covered buildings and students rushing between classes. But he didn’t unlock the doors right away. Instead, he reached over and adjusted the collar of my shirt. His fingers lingered a beat too long against my warm skin. “You reek of last night’s heat. Try not to draw the wrong kind of attention.”

She did not want to unpack it right now, so she kicked it in frustration. “There will be my t-shirts and pants in the wardrobe,” Vivaan said, still not looking at her. Sanvika walked over to Vivaan’s wardrobe. And took out a yellow t-shirt. She took a look at Vivaan. “I am taking my clothes off.” She told him. She could see that he was affected. His body went stiff. It felt as if he was holding his breath. Sanvika gave a triumphant smile and she began to take off her jewellery first. “I am untying my blouse.” She called over to him.

It edged out of it, rounded the block, took the left then whipped out into the south superhighway toward AH26. As soon as she realized that they had really gone, Tessa lowered herself slowly in front of the Steinway and sighed. Stretching her senses, she could still hear the running of the motor engine in her mind. She looked out the window hoping they would turn back, but they had gone far away. What a brief romance, she thought. Then her fingers started playing Bacharach’s ‘The Look of Love’. This felt good, as a soothing balm when solitude set in. The pounding of the piano alleviated the burden of her longing heart. She felt the irony of it all- losing a man when she had started loving hi

They nodded. “Good.” I twisted my wrist slightly. The rope gave. Just a little more. Then— It snapped. Not completely. But enough. I forced myself to stay still. Not to react. Not to rush. Patience. I worked the rest loose carefully, my hands finally slipping free behind me. Relief surged through me. But I didn’t let it show. Not yet. I leaned forward slightly, bringing my hands around slowly. Then I reached for Alora first. Untying her.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump but he grabbed my hand and held it above my head, continuing to pleasure me with the other hand. “Inside…. now” I managed to whimper and he didn’t need me to ask twice. He removed his fingers and swiftly plunged himself deep inside me. He continued to massage my bud as he thrust in and out with perfect rhythm. Our bodies and souls forming their complete connection. Just as we both bordered on our climax an audible crack echoed through the chamber, signifying that our tether was complete. All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life.

But, for a young boy caught in a void, the rope was alive. A few days later, a book of knots was smuggled into his room along with more rope. He studied the book and practiced each instruction for hours until he could tie them with his eyes closed. One day, Stephens put his hand out and invited Nathanial to tie his wrist and show what he had learned. For the first time, he voluntarily touched another human being. Focusing on the intricate knot formation, he stroked Stephens' skin and admired the way it compressed within the strictures of rope. He looked up.

she reminded him. He sighed and said, “You’ll have to help me untie these. Can you do it?” “I can try.” Her head was spinning with what he said about Keegan not knowing she was here. The female had lied to her. She had lied straight to her face, had made her risk her life. She struggled with the knots. She freed his hands first. It wasn’t as easy as she thought. Her arms hurt from holding them up to get to the knots. She couldn’t begin to imagine how he must feel with them up all the time.

I asked, teasing. Strïth nodded. "Then you can take the robe off, using just that hand," I said. Strïth immediately started trying to remove the knot I'd made, which you can't simply pull to undo. Our gazes meet again as he tries to undo the knot, and I know he's getting impatient.

He landed right on the spot next to the branch that held the trap, the force shaking the tree and sending the net trap trembling in the process. I let out a curse as I held on for dear life. “Hang on tight, sunshine.” His voice was gruff as he reached for me. “I’m going to loosen the knot a bit, and when I do, you’re going to cling onto me tight. Think you can do that?” His eyes held mine as he spoke, making sure I was listening to him. I nodded, my heart flipping, words I wanted to say somewhere stuck in my throat. He started working, his eyes glancing between the spot where he had to unknot and me, as if checking to see if I was okay.