Bound By Duty Novels & Stories

I motioned to Iason, who grudgingly pulled out a knife, a pen and a piece of paper. A blood contract. Unbreakable. "Our fathers had once bound themselves to such a contract. Now, we would do the same," I said, playing with Tuto in my hands. "You mean a deal your father broke," she mused, twirling a lock of hair around her fingers. "For reasons beyond our control," I interrupted, my voice steady. "And you damn well know it, Yuna." I continued. "Yes, we were supposed to get married. But you were a child. Ten for fuck's sake. What did we know back then?"

In front of him were two pieces of paper, which he quickly slid over to me. "I'm Lucas Kim, the legal adviser to Mr. Jordan Brooks. I'm glad to see you, but before you can meet Mr. Brooks, you'll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement." I read through the document. "That means," he continued, "whatever you see or hear in this house during the treatment of Mr. Brooks stays in this house. Any deviation from this will result in severe penalties." So this was how the elite operated? I thought to myself as I picked up the pen he handed me and signed.

She didn’t like how she feels right now for the man, but she just couldn't help but feel bad because it was her fault. “For me, it was not that bad. But since we are different, maybe it was too painful for him. I bet he wouldn’t be able to work properly because of that.” Casimir nodded and leaned his back on the wall. “Maybe for a couple of days? He still has lots of meetings to do.” Dalmi’s heart hammered louder and faster. If the man couldn’t drive for days and work properly because of that finger, does that mean she had to accompany him for days?!

' None of them would have ever thought that they would come on a simple yearly trip and would be facing all these things. Nonetheless, both of them were bound to their duties and were supposed to free all the spirits of the shackles that they were bound to. Even if they had chances of making it seem like they didn't know anything or they didn't see anything, their heart would never allow them to do so. Their oath of protecting each and every person even after their death would never allow them to betray their basic duties and the responsibilities that they both had on their shoulders. No matter how hard things Seemed Gu Shen and Tian Tian were determined to keep fighting against everything t

Dakota stared out the window, watching buildings go by, feeling her heart thump faster as the hospital drew nearer. Elias reached out and took her hand. His thumb traced circles slowly, grounding her. “Whatever happens,” he said softly, “you don’t owe anyone martyrdom. If at any point this becomes too much, we figure another way. I’m not letting you drown in responsibility you didn’t ask for.” She nodded, swallowing around emotion she didn’t know how to voice. When they walked through the hospital entrance, officers were stationed along the hallway. The reminder of why they were here pressed down heavily.

"Neither is carrying the weight of every rejected omega on your shoulders." Her jaw tightens. "That's different." "Is it?" "Yes. Because I chose this. You just... chose duty." "They're not mutually exclusive." "Aren't they?" She moves to the couch, sits down with visible relief. "Duty is what made you reject me. Duty is what keeps you bound to a system you know is broken." "And what keeps you bound to a rebellion you know might kill you?" "Choice." "That's the same thing." "No. It's not." Her head tilts back against the couch. "Duty means doing what you're told. Choice means doing what matters."

"Remember your rights but forget your duties?" She paused. What duties?

Miles answers. “Timestamp says last night,” he says. “Private restaurant. No security footage.” Mr. David Lee shakes his head. “This looks bad,” he says. Ms. Sarah Kim nods. “Very bad,” she says. Dr. Robert Chen clears his throat. “Conflict of interest,” he says. “We must discuss fiduciary duty.” Why am I just realizing that my board is filled with half Asians. Anyway, moving on… Mrs. Elena Vasquez raises her hand. “I agree,” she says.

The bond tugged relentlessly, reminding me that Ari’s heartbeat was tethered to mine, that his tiny fragile form belonged somewhere my enemies couldn’t reach. I clenched my fists, teeth bared, water running down my arms. “No one,” I whispered fiercely, “touches him. Not them. Not anyone.” The mission, the blood, the chaos—it all paled beside this. Seven days of missing him had proven one thing: the bond didn’t care about duty. It didn’t care about orders, or blood, or obligations. It demanded him. And if anyone threatened him… if anyone hurt him… I wouldn’t stop.

“Then why am I here?” “Because you’re forgetting something.” “What could I possibly be forgetting? I’m holding everything together by sheer will most days.” He chuckled softly. “You’re holding your heart together. But your duty—” “I’m doing my duty,” I said sharply. “Every decision I make is for my people.” He tilted his head. “Is it? Or is it for him?” I froze. “Don’t.” “I’m not condemning you, little wolf,” he said gently. “I’m reminding you. Loving someone doesn’t free you from your duty—it makes it heavier. Harder. More dangerous.”