Bond Touch Novels & Stories

"No shadows in the bond. It still feels unreal sometimes." Ronan stepped behind me. His strong arms wrapped around my waist. Chest pressed to my back. His scent pine smoke and alpha musk surrounded me. "It is real. We made it real." His lips brushed my ear. "Every day I wake up next to you reminds me. The goddess gave us the chance. We seized it." I turned in his arms. Our mouths met in a slow kiss. The bond thrummed warm and steady between us. No longer desperate fire but deep burning embers. Always present. Always ours.

Drawing the chair out I sat at the elegant table. Banging her hand on the table, I feared it would hurt but she only grunted out a ragged breath. "What's this so hard eeeh" she exclaimed "Wenti be this?" continuing with her angry speech she cleaned the sliver spoon squeezing the fabric tightly. I could only watch. "This time of the month is always the hardest" she spoke up after some minute. I only hummed out knowing I was missing an important massage. "Today is the lunar ball" Ebere said filling me in.

“…I never stopped being yours. Not once. You can deny me in front of them, push me away now, but it won’t matter. The bond is already sealed.” The latch bit into my palm. My breath stilled. What..bond? Her smile deepened, as she felt triumphant. “You felt it too. When I touched you. Right? You just don’t want to admit it.”

“No. You’re not going to die.” “Then what the hell—” “You put a claim on him.” I stared. “A claim.” “It means he’s yours…and every other woman has to back off. That’s probably why you’ve been feeling his emotions. They’re leaking through the bond.” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Closed it. Opened it again. “Bond?” He nodded. “The mark. It ties you together. Makes him drawn to you…it's very hard to resist. Makes you feel what he feels when the emotions are strong enough. Especially if he’s… hurting. Or desperate.”

"Once we bond, that's it. Forever. No going back. No changing our minds." "Yes. That's true." "What if we make a mistake? What if we do this and regret it?" "We might. But staying on this path guarantees failure. You know that." "Failure meaning death." "Or exposure. Which might as well be death." I pulled my knees up to my chest. Made myself smaller. "Tell me exactly what happens. With the bond. Step by step." Ronan nodded. "The bond requires a bite. During heat. At the peak of it. I bite your neck. Here." He touched the side of his own neck. "Where the scent glands are."

Leaning against a nearby tree, huge sighs escapes my lips before commencing the so call lecture or explanation. "Well,a mate bond is somewhat a bethrotment,it occurs when both genders are destined to be together,that explains our uncontrollable and consistent desire for each other's company. We've been bethroted together by the moon Kara,and no power within this world can change that" I explain, earning an outburst laughter from her.

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

Calder thought back to the last night he had shared with Astasha before hell had literally been unleashed. She had held his hand over her scar and told him to feel the energy coming off of it, the energy around it, to pull it to him. She had shown him how to use it to create a magical tether around her wrist. He had seen the flames reaching out for each other as they made love. More than anything though, he could feel the connection they shared, the life force that beat inside one another.

and every feeling I once had vanished, my entire perspective was on the other end of this invisible red string that was tying my soulmate and I together. Reaching the sink in the bathroom I clasped my toothbrush and snapped the tab of the toothpaste tube off before placing some paste onto the bristles of my brush. Slowly turning on the facet I dunked the brush beneath the gentle stream of water and began to scrub the plaque and leftover food from my teeth. When I finished I spat the foam from my mouth and rinsed it off of the side of the sink before brushing my tongue and spitting again. Finishing brushing my teeth I sighed and gave a pearly white grin to my reflection. Then I went to my ro

It was reaching for the bond. Ronan’s breath hitched as pressure wrapped around his thoughts, testing the connection between them, probing it like a new variable. “No,” Kiera sent, terror lacing the word. “It’s not supposed to touch you.” Hale’s voice echoed through the chamber. “On the contrary. The bond is exactly what we were missing.” The light flared blindingly bright. And the chamber pulled— not at Kiera alone, not at Ronan alone— but at both of them together.