Bound Stories Novels & Stories

Finally, she asked, “Is that normal?” Tobias considered the question before answering. “Not exactly.” Her stomach tightened. “What does that mean?” He stepped closer, his gaze thoughtful. “There are old stories,” Tobias said slowly. “Very old ones.” “What kind of stories?” “Stories about bonds that don’t break.” Lyra’s breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “Sometimes,” Tobias continued calmly, “when a bond is strong enough, rejection doesn’t weaken it.” “Then what happens?” His expression grew more serious.

He reached out—slow—cupped my face. “You stepped in front of a gun for me.” I covered his hand with mine. “I’d do it again.” He kissed me then—fierce, trembling, alive. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Let’s go home.” I nodded. We walked off the pier together—leaving the body, the blood, the betrayal behind us. The war wasn’t over. But tonight, we’d won. And tomorrow— Tomorrow we’d start rebuilding. Together.

And in return, we expect honesty from you. _*]:min-w-0"> A girl in the front row raised her hand. "Is it true you almost died because of your bond?" _*]:min-w-0"> "Yes," I said simply. "Multiple times. And we're going to talk about why that happened and how we survived it." _*]:min-w-0"> The room went quiet. I could feel their attention sharpen, their interest shift from polite to genuine. _*]:min-w-0"> "Bonds aren't fairytales," Ben said. "They're complicated and messy and sometimes they hurt like hell. But they're also worth fighting for. That's what we're here to teach you."

He shuffled off through a side door, leaving me alone with the smell of paper and a guard who looked too bored to stare at me for long. I drifted between the shelves, not quite wandering, not quite obeying. Most of the volumes were labeled in terse, faded script: BIRTHS. DEATHS. BONDINGS. DEBTS. ADOPTIONS. My skin prickled. This place held the stories of everyone who mattered to Bloodthorn. Who’d been born here, who’d died, who owed what. And somewhere, filed away like a receipt no one cared about, was the official lie they’d told about me.

“All of it. The three of us. Whenever we can.” Sarah pulled us both closer, our bodies pressing together in a warm, sticky embrace. I felt safe. Desired. Loved in the most forbidden way possible. My stepmom’s full breasts against my chest, my stepbrother’s strong body curled around me—it felt like home in a brand new, dangerous way.

And when they finally fell into place, I found a love more beautiful than anything I’d ever imagined. I found a man I adore more than anything in the world, and the bond between us burns so bright. So strong, that it’s unbreakable. THE END ******************************************* Thank you for joining me on Cal and Nessa's journey! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. My next book will be another standalone connected to the six-pack universe- keep an eye out for Cole's story: THE DENVER ALPHA, which will start releasing in early January.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

He could imagine the determined look in my eyes. "Natalie," he murmured. He felt mixed emotions. The news continued to report the ongoing crisis at Chapman Corp, with financial analysts offering one bleak forecast after another. The flood of bad news was relentless. Every word he heard made it harder for him to breathe. Meanwhile, I was enjoying dinner with Ken at a Michelin-star restaurant. "Thanks, Ken," I said while raising my glass. "Thank you for always being there for me," I added. Ken smiled and reached over to ruffle my hair.

The redhead giggled and I glared, heat rising to my face. I wish to discuss Alpha Orion’s theory. Either you speak to me alone or you speak to me in front of everyone. Your choice.” “There is nothing to discuss,” Tristan smirked at the redhead, and I fought the temptation to bounce my cup against the side of his head. You’ll learn soon enough, but my father is remarkably good at twisting stories and myths so that they support his way of thinking. If a bird shits on his head, he’ll find a story to concoct to make it appear a message from Odin himself. But sometimes, Andronika, it’s just shit.”