Restraints Stories

This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me, and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs #ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. She wasn't meant to cross his path, yet she stumbled straight into his world of shadows. He wasn't meant to keep her, yet he bound her with vows she never chose. She believed in love, while he believed in power and ego. But every time her innocence collided with his darkness, something inside him shifted : a hunger, a madness, a pull he couldn't name. She was supposed to be a pawn. She became his obsession. And in a world where love tastes like sin and devotion feels like war, she will either be the reason he redeems himself...or the excuse he uses to burn it all down. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ " This isn't just a love story. " It's a warning, a prayer, a scream behind closed doors. If you're looking for butterflies, walk away but if you're ready to bleed with every page. Welcome to the ashes. Welcome to the reign. Finally Welcome to the black world ! { The chapters aren't the final version of what's shown!! Changes can be made. Can be re-edited. }

Having lost her parents in a road accident in southern San Francisco, California at the age of nine, Brielle "Bree" Dutch grew up living in Jasper, Nevada with her kind hearted elderly maternal grandmother Verity Johns. A month after her nineteenth birthday, the teen girl wakes up after a good night's rest in her pajamas in a medical room in the ancient warship the Nemesis to discover she was taken from her room shortly after falling asleep in her bed the night before. The morning after this, Bree is found and taken out of the Nemesis by Auto Bot medic Ratchet, who had been sent to locate her and rescue her by Auto Bot leader Optimus Prime after the Auto Bot team learned of her disappearance from her grandmother.

Two years and a month after the death of her abusive husband Kyogo, widowed woman Shizu Shinazugawa bumps into healthy charcoal merchant Tanjuro Kamado, his wife Kie and their six children, thirteen year old girl Sumiko, eight year old triplets Nezuko, Takeo and Hanako, six year old boy Shigeru and five year old boy Rokuta, at sunset and they go with the widower to her home, where she introduces them to her seven children Sanemi, Genya, Sumi, Teiko, Hiroshi, Shuya and Koto. While asleep in the home late that night, both families wake up after sensing the demon king's presence outside the house's doors. Tanjuro and Kie choose to stay behind to fend the demon king off for as long as possible while Genya, Hanako, Hiroshi, Koto, Nezuko, Shizu, Sanemi, Sumiko, Shuya, Sumi, Shigeru, Takeo, Teiko and Rokuta escape unharmed. This results in the couple being captured, taken to a building and imprisoned in it while the other fourteen people are later found and brought right to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters for their safety by some demon slayers. Four years later, Nezuko, Takeo and Hanako, all three of who are now twelve, Shigeru, who is now ten, Rokuta, who is now nine, Sumi and Teiko have recently become demon slayers and Shizu, Hiroshi, Shuya and Koto have all recently become medics while Sumiko and Sanemi, the two of whom are now seventeen, are now powerful Demon Slayer Corps members alongside his combat partner and lifelong friend Masachika Kumeno, having both been recruited by the organization's leader two whole years after being brought to its headquarters alongside Genya, Hanako, Hiroshi, Koto, Nezuko, Shuya, Shizu, Shigeru, Sumi, Takeo, Teiko and Rokuta.

Elara Finch built her workshop in the narrow space between a tanner's shed and an old apothecary because no one else would make room for her. When her automaton awakens inside that workshop, the change doesn't come with sparks or spectacle, but with silence that no longer presses so hard, tools that seem to listen, and devices that respond to restraint instead of force. As Elara studies the residual effects left in the wake of her creation, she uncovers patterns that reveal this discovery is not new. Despite marks erased and records destroyed, someone reached this threshold before her, and chose to stop. Residuals of Wonder is a quiet, character-driven fantasy about unintended discovery, careful craftsmanship, and the unsettling realization that some inventions are not meant to be claimed.

Maxine is an unusual almost-eighteen-year-old teenager. In a few days she will finish 11th grade and begin summer break, the season she passionately despises. Although she has many interests and hobbies, boys have never fit into any of those categories. She prefers studying, reading or hanging out with her best friend instead. If she could, she would live alone somewhere in the mountains, anywhere really, as long as she wouldn't have to socialize as much as society expects a teenage girl to. Will this be the summer that changes her forever? Or will our heroine stand her ground against change? I suppose we'll find out together. Author's note: My books never begin with spice or drama in the first chapter. Not because I dislike the idea. Sometimes I enjoy reading those kinds of stories, where attraction is magnetic and consuming, and sex is portrayed as something accessible and definite. I want you to know that everything I write is pure fiction, perhaps with small details gathered from the stories of people who have passed through my life. Although I will remain anonymous, I will tell you something personal. In my everyday life, I have always let things form organically. I surrender to the currents of the "River" which is, in fact, life. Maybe I am selfish for applying this principle to my work as well, for "subjecting" my characters to a kind of restraint, often making them simmer with desire. But from experience, I stand by this idea: the most beautiful stories are born in their own time. I hope you enjoy my fiction as much as I enjoy writing it. ❤️

I started writing this book at the age of fourteen as a pass time, but as I wrote more I began to love the people I had created. It took me a long time to write this, but by the end of secondary school it was complete. I only heard of this site recently and only after I got my book published. However, all I even wanted was to share my book, my story. If you want to read something that comes from the soul then I invite you with open arms to read my creation. I love it so... and I hope you will too. Addition note is that the first paragraph is simply an introduction to one character, you really need to keep reading into the second and third chapters to see who everyone is and such forth. So please do read up 'til then, comments and votes will be equally welcomed. Thank you :) __________________________________________________________ Behind His Scarf follows the two new students of Kaiun High School. Sakura is a quiet, hard working girl with golden hair; whilst Lucifer is a rebellious boy with a terrible temper. Their worlds become entwined when Lucifer finds out Sakura's secret and forces her to go out with him. Mortified by the agreement, Sakura learns the truth about Lucifer and begins questioning her own past. Discovering the kinder side of Lucifer, Sakura gets dragged into his world and finds much more than she bargained for.

“Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune.” –William James Restrained ; NeighbourhoodFault © 2014/2015

What happens when a dream is different from others and it ends up happening? Being trapped in a strange world that seems cruel, wicked and insane? Well let us see...

It's a Christmas story about a young couple who love goes wrong. Will they survive Christmas?

She doesn't come to him looking for love. She comes because something in her feels unfinished. Cassian doesn't promise safety or romance. He offers structure. Rules. A way of standing in the world that doesn't require shrinking or pretending. What begins as conversation turns into negotiation. What feels like control slowly becomes choice. This story is a slow descent into power, consent, and identity-where restraint matters more than touch, and silence carries more weight than confession. Nothing here happens quickly, and nothing is accidental. There are no heroes. There is no rescue. Only two people deciding how much of themselves they are willing to give-and what it will cost to take it back. This is a psychological dark romance. If you're looking for fast spice or easy comfort, this isn't it. If you're patient with tension, power dynamics, and stories that unfold deliberately, you may want to stay.

The author of this book, Stephanie Dalton explains her tragic past of therapy due to a restraining order placed because of stalking the wrong guy resulting in the loss of her sunday lunch in london.

The hero says he is saving the city. The city believes him. And Seraphae begins to understand the cost of letting lies live. As power shifts, secrets surface, and morality fractures, Seraphae is forced to confront a devastating truth: she was never evil-but she may need to become it to survive. Not to conquer Eldermere.

Star soccer player, has the looks, popular and honest. Meet Lindsay Sagtrep, she seems like she has it all but does she? After she and her mother issue a restraining order against her abusive dad, she knows he'll come back. With her parents divorced and living in fear that her mentally challenged dad might come back to hurt her, Lindsay's life isn't what it seems. That is until the school shooting takes place. And only one person is responsible for it. Aiden Walls is a flirty player that likes to mess with girls. He knows Lindsay for a long time but they both carry grudges from what happened in sixth grade. He used to prank her and copy her work at school. It's a hating feeling I tell ya. When the school shooting happens, little did he know he'd be one of the victims. Luke Sagtrep. Lindsay's father. No words. Sorry YOU'LL have to find out. As Lindsay and Aiden embark on a mystery to find out behind the school shooting and uncover their mysterious feelings for each other, what will they learn about the truth...and the lies?

From the highs to lows of bipolar and a ton of complications

You're the screensaver on my computer./ I love you like a shooter loves to kill./ Your face it covers my wall./ Your movies, I've watched them all.

When artist Nia Carter returns to her family's beach house, she doesn't expect to fall for Elliot Monroe-her brother's longtime friend, thoughtful and steady, and standing at the beginning of his life. What grows between them is defined not by urgency, but by restraint, timing, and the choice to let love exist without claiming it.

The way I see it, there are two type of people: those who die living and those who live to die. I am of the later category. I want to live- live life to its fullest and make it mine. Unfortunately, the gods have something planned for me. Something I do not want nor wish for. My life is too restrained and too controlled. Who ever though it could change? Change in the most bizzare way possible. Whoever though, a petty girl with a petty life could possibly be the next big sensation world wide? Join me, in a wild ride to the gates of freedom and possibly new found love. Ok, that sounds too formal for me. That ain't how I roll. So, guys I am Sara, plain and simple, got it? I am in my last year of high school. Yes, I have had crushes before, yes I did think I was in love with someone. Yes, I love make up, chick flicks, heels, and just about everything girly. But one look at me and you will call me liar. That's right- I am not girly. Confused? Haha, Welcome to my world! There, now hows that for an entrance, huh?