Bound By Honor Series Novels & Stories

“Your daughter, Kendall is my mate now. If you ever try to lay so much as a finger on her, I assure you, you will lose your head.” Kendall’s father’s smile was a grimace. Truly, the man was despicable. He even managed to make the feeling of humility and apology appear utterly vile and repulsive. I closed my eyes and threw an off-handed gesture. “I am a man that is deeply bound by honour, respect and integrity. Naturally, should anything happen to my mate, under any circumstances whatsoever, I am at liberty to rage. I do not think it would be a good thing to the world for me to rage.” I chuckled. “Indeed, it would not be a good thing.”

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

Ethan orders. The driver doesn’t hesitate. He takes a sharp right turn, nearly clipping a parked car. The tires screech against the pavement. I grip the seat. “Who are they?” Ethan exhales slowly. “People who don’t like loose ends.” Loose ends. That’s what I am now. A liability. The SUV accelerates, closing the distance. A flicker of motion—then a gun barrel emerges from the passenger window. “Get down!” Ethan grabs me, pushing me low just as a shot rings out.**

She clapped her hands with delight. "Scott, this is hilarious!" I saw myself in the rearview mirror. I looked helpless while the homeless man grew more excited. Scott didn't react. He glanced at me once before turning to Eula. He let her rest her head on his shoulder. "As long as you're happy," he said softly. Just as the homeless man tried to go further, the collar around my neck suddenly tightened. The car had started moving again. The pulling force was violent. My neck jerked backward, and my body was dragged along.

For him, he is the core of all existence, everything else doesn't matter. "Where do you think you're going without her?" His mother interceded. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed forward, stumbling on my dress but before I could fall, his hand gripped my arm and corrected me. He extended his hands to me and I placed mine over his. As Williams led me to the center, I felt like a prisoner being dragged to the center of the hall, his grip on me was so hard. His eyes were fixed on the point ahead, he didn't bother looking at me.

she admitted softly. “No,” Julian agreed, his voice matter-of-fact. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t make him pay.” Victoria nodded, her resolve solidifying. “What about the Carter family? You said they’re tied to him. How?” Julian wavered, his thoughts returning to Sophia. He had met her by chance during one of his schemes to gather information on Alexander. She was different—honest, kind, and utterly unaware of the war rising around her. “They’re nothing,” he said finally, dismissing his feelings. “Just pawns in a much bigger game since she dropped me, rejecting my proposal.”

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

The next entry was dated just days before Victor’s death: *“I’ve uncovered something… something that could destroy us all. I don’t know who to trust anymore. Even within the family, there are secrets. Lies. Betrayal. If anything happens to me, know this: the truth lies in the shadows.” I stared at the words, my mind racing. What had Victor uncovered? And who had betrayed him? Just as I was about to uncover a crucial piece of evidence, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The door creaked open, and I turned to see Maria standing there—with a gun in her hand.

She said and her mom affirmed by nodding. “He came to ask me and David for your hand in marriage. That was even before the miscarriage. He wanted you to heal which was why he waited this long to pop the question. He’s a good man Annie and someone like him is hard to find. Honour him, love him and cherish him. Let him know when you’re bothered and not happy about something. Trust him well enough to hear his side of the story. I wish you all the happiness life has to offer my child.” “Thanks, Mom” Annie hugged her mom again

Norman growled, his face hardening. "I'm only praising you." Damon's gaze shifted to the council members, who were all smiles. "I withdraw from the fight and announce myself as the loser." The crowd gasped as Damon adjusted his jacket. Smiling, he turned to leave, but Norman blocked his path. Damon swiftly grabbed his hand and, without hesitation, broke it in two. "Oops," he remarked as Norman fell, screaming. His loyal men rushed to his aid. Damon looked at Norman and smiled. "I let you win, Norman." Stepping closer, he helped Norman to his feet, albeit with his left hand since the other was injured.