Bound By The Past Ignited By Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If that is what will make me free from the bounds with him, I am happy to do that. Love will not bound you, instead it will give you enough freedom. These bounds he had made, are made out of hate. When he thinks that he is done with the insults and punishment for me, I will leave him immediately. Yes, that is what I am going to do. I cannot stay in this loveless relationship even though I have boundless love for him in my heart. Love should free you instead this love I have for him is toxic and suffocating.

“Whatever comes next, we face it together. You and me and our son. I will burn the world down before I let them take you from me.” Lyra turned in his arms and kissed him fiercely, tasting blood and sweat and the deep, unbreakable promise between them. The bond ignited, flooding her with heat and need and love so strong it made her tremble. When they broke apart, both were breathing hard, eyes locked in silent vow.

The heat of it shoots down my spine, lighting every nerve on fire. My hands find his chest—hard, solid, annoyingly steady—and I press against him, but it’s weak. Pointless. Just contact and heat. I should push him off. I want to. But I don’t. His lips are sinful and addictive and I hate how easily my body responds. Like it’s been waiting for this. Craving this. Like it knows him. Like it remembers what I’ve tried so hard to forget. I’ve been kissed before… by Phil. Countless times. But this?

His jaw tightened. “Love?” he repeated, almost like a curse. “That’s the price?” I nodded. He exhaled, stepping back. “Then the curse wins, Amara. Because love has always been our undoing.” “Or our salvation.” For a heartbeat, the firelight flickered between us — two shadows bound by history, by blood, by something neither of us could kill no matter how hard we tried. Then his phone rang. He looked at the screen, eyes darkening.

She looked at me, her face full of a grim, heavy pity that I absolutely hated. "You can hate him all you want, Elara. You have every right to. But do it while you're alive," she said softly, gesturing toward the dark exit corridor. "The car is waiting. Let's move." I sat there for five long seconds, staring at the dark floor, feeling like a shell of a human being. Then, using the wall to steady my shaking legs, I forced myself to stand up. I didn't take her hand. I didn't look at her. I just wiped the wet streaks from my face with the back of my bruised hand and walked past her into the dark, carrying a hatred so heavy it felt like stone in my chest.tr

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A thank you for allowing me to be reborn to see the errors of my ways. We had to lose each other only to come back again stronger. Newer. Both of us, intertwined by fate, bound by our choices. Our love. And this was only the beginning. THE END

I plundered her mouth, she tasted like mint and i liked it. I wanted more, needed more. I could not get enough of her. It’s been years that I felt this much emotion. My heart was beating so fast and it was in sync with my throbbing cock, then I realized, the taste of her on my tongue, the smell of her perfume, the way her body clung to mine made it seem like we were drowning and she is my last lifeline.

Amusement? Raven clenched her teeth and tried to shove him off, but Luca barely budged. His golden eyes burned in the dim torchlight as they locked onto hers. “You were never going to let me go,” she spat, breathless. His lips quirked. “No. But I wanted to see if you’d try.” Before she could react, something cold snapped around her wrists— silver shackles. A violent shock tore through her, searing against her skin. A choked cry left her lips as she slumped forward, her strength instantly drained. Silver. The one thing that burned her kind like fire.

, I warned, glaring at her. Turning to face Katrina who was soaked in her own tears and dropping to her knees, it amazed me to see how love truly made people different. Love had made me hold a person hostage. Love had made me tread into places I swore never to. Love had made me bolder and fiercer if that was all it took to fight for her freedom wherever she was. And love would make me take a life if it was necessary.