Bond Touch Novels & Stories

I stop overthinking it and climb into the passenger seat. I fasten my seatbelt. “All set?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply, and he nods as he drives out of the building. The chateau is located in a nearly isolated area; I’m told Tobias bought the whole land for privacy. I try to focus on the view outside—probably staring at the league of trees we’re passing—but he’s just so alluring. His eyes are fixed on the road, one hand steering the wheel. The scent of his cologne fills the car, and the way he bites his lower lip while waiting for a car in front of us to pass… he’s perfect.

"Brandon's researching. There has to be something. Some case study. Some treatment for bond severance." "There is." Professor Greene's voice. I didn't see him arrive. Didn't hear him. But he's here, kneeling on my other side. "I've documented three cases of true bond trauma. Two ended in double fatality. One survived." "How?" Garrett demands. "Proximity. Physical contact. The bonded pair stayed in contact throughout the trauma. Skin to skin. As close as possible." Professor Greene looks at me. "You're doing it right. Don't let go."

"I can feel them. The bond. It's like a rubber band being stretched. Not breaking, but definitely straining." "That's normal," Dr. Thorne assured her. "The bond is designed to be flexible. It can stretch quite far before it actually breaks. The discomfort you're feeling is just your body adjusting to the distance." "How far can it stretch?" Eve asked. Dr. Thorne hesitated. "I don't know. Soul bonds are rare enough that there's not much data on their limits. But theoretically? As long as both parties are alive and conscious, the bond should hold. It might be painful, it might be uncomfortable, but it shouldn't break."

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"It means you have a choice. Accept both bonds. Choose one and reject the other. Or reject both and live without a mate." "Those are terrible options." "Yes. They are." Aiden stepped forward. "I didn't come here looking for a mate. I came because my pack sent me. But if Luna and I are bonded—" "We need to figure this out," Liam interrupted. "Test it. Make sure it's real." "How?" I asked. "Physical contact," Professor Cael said. "If there's a true bond, touching should trigger a reaction." I looked at Aiden. At this stranger who apparently shared a connection with me.

“They’re not wrong.” That makes me freeze. Slowly, I lift my head. He’s still standing where he was, one hand resting on the table, the other hanging loosely by his side. Controlled. Still. But not relaxed. Never relaxed around me anymore. “What do you mean,” I ask carefully, “they’re not wrong?” His jaw tightens slightly. And for a second, I think he’s going to dodge it. But he doesn’t. “The bond reacts to proximity,” he says. “And emotions.”

After a little chit chat about my parents, he left for his room while I decided to sit on the chair kept near Sara and held her hand. I was letting our bond take the energy. Most people find it confusing how twins bond work. We are almost like two souls intertwined together, what happens to one shall be followed for the second. It doesn’t mean our life events would be similar more like what we go through, just like now. Twins have this spiritual connection, that when one feels pain the other one would feel it too. The degree of that pain intensifies when we are closer while if we are too far away we might not even feel any of it apart from the little panic attack that comes off as a warning

PRESENT DAY BLAIR’S POV “Hi Blair” I turned back to see HIM! I wasn’t fourteen anymore “Hi Ethan” I replied throwing him a punch that landed directly on his cheek, I twisted his wrist pinning him to the cab door, he had the guts to touch me after selling our friendship for God knows how much. “We need to talk” he managed to say. He didn’t look so happy to see me and the feeling was mutual, it was sad to let my prey go but I had to, who knows he might just lead me directly to the motherfucker council leader.

"It wasn’t much." "Sometimes, ‘not much’ is everything," Meredith replied, her eyes gentle. "A hand in the dark. A reminder they aren’t alone in the abyss. That’s what the bond *is*, child. Not just the noise. The shared strength. The shared sorrow. The knowing you’re part of something bigger than your own pain." "And Thorne?" Novah asked, the name leaving a sour taste. "He uses that bond too. To spread doubt. To watch." "He does," Torin acknowledged from the window, turning to face the room. His expression was unreadable in the shadows. "The bond is a tool. Like a blade. It can protect. It can cut. Thorne wields it for his own ends. To fracture."

“You’re not going anywhere. Not from me. Not from him. We have to talk about the bond we share.” The weight of it crashed down on him. He had planned to have a threesome and probably bail again, continuing the chase, seeing how far they both would go to claim him as theirs. But the bond… the bond had taken root. He looked down at his body, at the flickering tattoo glowing a beautiful gold against his skin before disappearing again. He glanced back at them, then down at his arm. He could tell which pattern belonged to Dante and which one belonged to Maya just by how they thrummed against his skin, alive and undeniable. “You can’t—”