Bondagr Novels & Stories

Gordon sighed and said solemnly, “Nia, I only agreed to work with you because of Dylan. He isn’t even out of his surgery yet, and you’re already asking about the business deal? Do you care about him at all?” Nia was shattered, begging Gordon. “Mr. Wayne, you know what my company’s situation is like. We won’t last long without your investment! Can you give me another chance? I’m begging you, sir…” Gordon shook his head. “Did you know Dylan only had heart surgery because he spent so many nights working overtime and drinking with your prospective clients? If it weren’t for him, I would never have given you a second look. Now look what you’ve done to him! Forget about it, the deal’s off!”

“Not reducing it.” Her gaze unfocused slightly—tracking something none of them could see. “Bonds don’t look right,” she said. “What does that mean,” Eli asked. “It means they’re not stabilizing,” Ilyra replied. “They’re… flattening.” Silence. “What,” Bea said. “They’re contained,” Ilyra said. “Not anchored. Not active. Just… held in place.” Nori felt something cold move through her chest. “That’s not safety,” she said.

Jack took my hand and led me toward the highest seats reserved for the Alpha and Luna. Halfway through the meeting, Jack gestured to one of his subordinates, who projected a document onto the large screen. It was the quarterly sales report for the border trading post. Jack then rose to his feet. Wearing a serious expression, he announced, "Elders, please take a look. Clothing sales at the border post achieved an astonishing increase this quarter, tripling from the previous figures." He pointed at the spiking line on the screen, his voice booming as he added, "Grace deserves most of the credit. She's the one in charge."

I smirked. “How do you—,” “How do I know about the details of your torture chamber?” “Oh, wait. That’s not the torture chamber. Because it’s here in Ashmoor. What’s in the East of Bernan is your counterfeit factory. It’s not really steel, is it.” “Oh, wait. It’s not yours. It’s Elio’s. Since he is the don and all. I nod my head to myself, “There is no way a girl like me would know that.”

"Not all of them. There's been unrest in the Graystone territories for years. Your father's old allies have been waiting, watching... hoping you would return." I stared at him, my mind spinning. "Return? I can't remember; I was exiled, which means I’m nothing more than an Omega at best or a Rogue at worst. Or what was the stray, as some of the Steel Fangs pack members call me? Honestly, I’m already tired of this conversation. We’re just going around and around. I need some time on my own to think.”

Every insult thrown at Mitch was music to his ears. Lord Arthur raised a hand to silence the others. “Enough. We cannot spend all day scolding him. The letter is clear. Mitch Jones has asked to break the bond. We accept that. But first, he must humble himself before this council. Mitch, you shall apologize openly before us, then the bond may be broken here in our presence.” All eyes turned to Mitch. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then Mitch gave a slow nod. His lips pressed together before he spoke in a quiet tone.

Because the bond is complete now. And completed bonds are forever.

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.

The internal scars I had to live with were pure hell. But with these two, at least it was clear right from the beginning that whatever bond we had would be false. Until they got what they wanted, whatever it was, Diane could live a happy life. And when this was over, there would be no pain at all. If I could live through two damn rejections, what was a false relationship? Absolutely nothing. "I agree to your proposal," I announced. "Wonderful!" Antonio yelled with glee. He pulled me in for a hug, twirled me around and continued. "We must prepare to leave for the palace."

she attempted to cry but sounded really pathetic. “ stop crying and tell me what happened, why didn't they do anything, who denied them access ?” “Natasha told me that they said a company is taking over probably through double crossing and the name of the company is silver moon Co which belongs to Shawn” at this point should be gone to burst into tears.