B O U N D Unscramble Novels & Stories

Amethyst nodded. "Yes, and please repeat after me..." "Wait, wait..." Luveas stopped her. "What Oath are we talking about now?" Amethyst eyed him piercingly. "Are you doubting me?" Luveas shook. The elf nodded. "Then, since you have nothing else to say, then follow what I say. From today onward and until death do us part, say my name, is mine and I, say your name, am hers. I shall be granted freedom to roam Ancea just as her."

Aloha Pov... Their bond transcended the conventional boundaries of friendship, woven with threads of unconditional support and unwavering understanding. In the quiet moments, she would gently brush away the worries etched across her brow, her touch a soothing balm that whispered of solace and reassurance.

The life she wanted us to live. "There are qualified teachers here to train you and I must add now that the rules of the Bounds Academy are very strict. Few of them are; not to go to floor no 5 and in the basement. Second, not to interfere in any matter, can do so if you are asked to and thirdly, not to hide anything from us. Stay loyal, share every thing with us so that we might help you."

(She slipped and fell, doctor. "Und du willst, dass ich das glaube?" Dr Baumann slipped his hands into his pockets and said again. "Du hättest die Bestie ergreifen sollen, als du die Chance dazu hattest." His words ticked something off in Gerbert as his eyes gleamed and he had the doctor pinned to the wall. (And you want me to believe that?) (You should have seized the beast when you had the chance.)

BBAP CHAPTER 104 “Mom! Can you please call Papa?” Denver came out of the pool with a shark-designed lifesaver hanging on his waist. His hair was wet, and he had this wide smile plastered on his face. Dalmi was then sitting at the round table in their Garden while holding a lemonade and small umbrella on top. Her brows creased. “Uncle might be busy today, love. It was morning, he was probably working right now,” she answered and sipped on her juice.

I'd saved him from Marcus's corruption only to damage him in a different way. "This will happen to others," Maren said quietly. "The bonds are unstable. Without proper management, they'll break more minds." "Then I need to learn to manage them," I said. "I need to understand what I've created." Over the next week, Maren taught me techniques for controlling the bonds. How to dampen the connections when they grew too strong, how to create barriers between bonded wolves so they didn't overwhelm each other, how to sense when someone was struggling before they reached Torren's breaking point.

But Camilla knew it wasn’t harmless at all. Her hands shook as she sat. She stared at the black letters, the clauses, the rules. One year. No intimacy. Appearances only. A business deal dressed up like a wedding. Adrian placed a pen on the table , beside her hand. His voice was calm, but it carried weight. “Read it. Carefully. I want you to understand everything.” Camilla’s chest tightened. Her eyes moved as she reads, but they blurred together. The only line that remained clear to her,was the one that promised her aunt’s medical bills would be paid in full.

But my body? It betrayed me. Before I could say a word—before I could voice the uncertainty pressing against my throat—Alex leaned in, crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss silenced everything. His mouth moved with urgency, stealing my breath and setting my nerves on fire. I sank into it, just for a moment, surrendering to the rush, to the longing I had buried for too long. But then— A click. The sharp sound of the bathroom door creaking open tore through the moment like a blade. I froze.

It stopped inches from Julian's hand. "That drive contains the override authority for the Vance Maritime executive protocol," Roman continued, his sharp eyes locking onto Julian's dark gray irises. "If you insert that key and input your personal biometric clearance, the primary fleet is no longer your father's property. It becomes the collateral asset of the Varga Holding Group."

even if I didn't deserve them. In the next box, I'd uncovered a framed ultrasound image. The name and date stamped on the paper were covered by the mat. I set it aside with the outfit. There was no indication on the print of whether the baby was a boy or girl. I wrestled with putting the frame out in my room knowing I would be the only person who knew it wasn't Annie and Brett's child. It seemed deceptive, but in some other way, like it was honoring my child. Without making up my mind, I left it out and kept moving.