Bonds Novel Novels & Stories

“Woah, there are many things inside but this Is the best there's a cheque” “A cheque?” “Yes, seven million dollars” Rita replied “And there's a note” Natasha said as she hold on to the note. “Oh my another epistle!!” “Can I read please” Natasha asked with excitement “Fine, go ahead I really don't have strength to read that thing” she said acting like she wasn't interested. “Hey

, he finished and shrugged. "What are you saying, Amar?" "The point is that what happened to us is the same thing happening to Damien and Daisy." "So?" "Therefore, they will come around. They are yet to admit their feelings. The bond exists already and it will bring them together, just like it brought you and me together", he kissed my lips briefly. I gazed at him, trying to solve the puzzles of his words. I didn't understand what he meant by "bond." "Bond? What do you mean by that? You mean Damien loves her but he doesn't want to admit it?" He nodded.

The dark carriage moved across the courtyard with practiced ease, its wheels gliding over the stone path before finally coming to a stop near the main entrance. Even then... Anana remained completely unaware. Her eyes never left the page. The world beyond her book simply ceased to exist. Until… A gentle knock sounded at the door. Knock. Knock. The sound broke through her concentration at last. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. A second later, the door opened… Lucien stepped inside. Immediately, Anana closed her book. A smile found its way onto her lips as she rose from the fur chair. "You're back."

I needed the money for countless bills. Another worker passed by and rolled her eyes at me. On her name tag, I saw her name was Halsey, and I wondered if I had ever done anything to Halsey. Ever since I got a job as a cleaner here, I grabbed zero friends and a bazillion enemies. Except for Raphael who was always pesky about dating me, but I always turned him down, remembering my past relationship with Abien. I bet other workers laughed at him for seeing me as a person of interest.

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

And failed. The bond won. Always. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

Ophelia A wave of nausea hit me at the sight. My fingers trembled, and not from the Dark Matter withdrawal. Dark Bonds weren’t well known. In most packs they were nothing more than twisted folklore, legends of darkness and slavery. Even now, I had no clue how Alpha Hunter knew about them. I had thought it was an infected mate bond until he told me the truth that terrible day. I quickly devoured the text, latching onto the bits of history that detailed the festering mark on my wrist.

“You’re flooding. Tell me why.” “Flooding?” My tears were fading slightly but not quick enough for his satisfaction. “Do you know nothing about true bonds?” I shook my head. Rolling his eyes he wiped the last remnants of tears away, “Bonds are a shared connection. You’re sharing your emotions with me.” I recalled once Nok had given me courage before when Alfred had been too intimidating, but mostly he had just used it to strip me of my feelings. This was so odd. “How about,” he leaned down and pulled me to my feet so he could wrap his shirt back around me so I could grasp it closed against my breast, “We talk about what happened after you get back from your training with Conrad?”

he asked immediately. “It’s Getting Worse.” I said slumping into one of the chairs. “It is like this constant ache that just keeps building.” He nodded, jaw tight. “It will keep getting worse until we do something about it.” “You mentioned there were ways to help?” “Yeah.” He sat down across from me, those white eyes intense. “The bond is trying to drag you back to Kael. But bonds can be… influenced.” “How?” “By creating new connections. Stronger ones.” His voice dropped. “By giving your body something else to focus on.”

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