Bondagr Novels & Stories

she asks in her Spanish accent. "Yes ma'am, but I was wondering if you could add something special with it," I say with a smile and look at Nana. "Nana, this is where I need your help. I thought maybe a stuffed animal or something to go with it?" She smiles and takes a look around the shop. She comes back with a mother penguin smuggling her baby. I instantly thought of her and Macy. I spot a monkey for Macy and Marcia gives me the usual discount. "Elliott is the only one who gets a discount. She saved my store a few years ago," she says to Nana. "A couple of young gangsters were destroying everything and trying to break into my safe. One of them had a gun to my head, but she took all three o

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

Where I once looked when I needed comfort, control, and someone who understood, was just a stoned over face as cold as his hugs. "You'll regret this, and then you'll come back to me Adrian. I promise you that," he said calmly as he turned away from me and left the restaurant. My mother sat in the passenger seat beside my father who was driving their 2006 Pagani Zonda, as I sat in the drivers passenger seat softly crying behind my mother, the roof was already all of the way up keeping me well hidden from the public, as it always had. The memories I had shared with Adam ran through my head, one after the other as if they were a movie on display. I remember the picnics and road trips we would t

And ever since the dark fae attack, he hasn’t let her out of his site. “I think I found something.” Cayd says, standing and bringing his book over to me. The others get up and come around to look. The Guardian bond is fragile, it can be easily severed with Angel’s Trumpet. “Angel’s Trumpet? Isn’t that poisonous?” I ask, not willing to risk Leander to sever my Guardian bond. “And since when is the Guardian bond fragile?” Lily asks.

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

I wasn't an expert hacker, but I knew the pattern of his security—the dates, the names, the references to his family’s blood debt. I bypassed the initial encryption, the code cascading down the screen in a waterfall of green text. The last file I had seen was the contingency protocol, but there was another one, tucked away in a sub-directory titled “Project Anchor: Initiation.” I opened it. The first file was a ledger—not a record of business expenses, but a record of lives. It was a list of names, dates, and amounts. I scrolled through them, my heart sinking as I recognized the names of companies that had filed for bankruptcy over the last decade, all of them connected to the syndicate.

“We don’t expel the wolfless.” “I know, and I’m grateful. But I need this for me,” I tell him and he nods. “Fine,” Uncle Darrick nods and returns to his drawings. I walk out and ten minutes later when I’m scanning some drawings my phone lights up. “Wire Transfer Complete. Account is out of FDIC compliance, please correct.”

"That wasn't a rumor. That was insider knowledge at the highest possible level. Who are you?" I reached into my leather tote bag, pulled out a single stack of textured paper wrapped in a rubber band and slid it across the table. Theodore looked down, his breath hitching. He recognized the high-security watermarks immediately. "Bearer bonds," he choked out. "There is fifty million dollars in this bag," I said calmly, resting my hand on the leather strap. "I need a proxy. I need a face for a new investment firm. I will provide the capital and the targets. You will execute the trades and manage the public optics. In return, I will clear your twenty million dollar debt today, and you keep ten pe

] [Jensen's just a deadbeat who wasted six years of their lives. [True love wins!] I was not angry over the comments. Instead, I quietly passed along some damaging intel on Nicky's company to her biggest competitor. Nothing weighed heavier on a marriage than poverty. I hoped they could keep their love alive when she inevitably went bankrupt. After that, I looked at the 1.2 million dollars in my account and booked a plane ticket for a trip. Tara had been in the hospital since she was a little over a year old. Her biggest wish was to see the world once she got better.