Bound Wachowski Novels & Stories

Carla wondered one more time, feeling something in her chest threatening not to let her hear properly. B.J. wasn't looking serious, barely directing his eyes toward the couple arguing in the living room of the apartment he and other roommates inhabited. He was still standing by a window near them in the living room. He was not the only guard present at the conversation. J.B., "the new guy" (called by his last name Boreanaz), was in charge of recording everything from another room in the apartment, transmission connected to The City and Peter Embert's team on the other side of the ocean.

Lewis looks up and sees me, dashing over to grab my hand. Noah doesn’t examine us directly, however, I recognize he’s watching from the corner of his eye. "I’m here for you, Jenny," Lewis says once more. I silently plead with him to leave, to forestall earlier than he says something irreversible. But he doesn’t. "I’m right here for you and the infant." The surroundings shift instantly. Noah’s head snaps towards me, his eyes blazing with fury. The lower back of my head slams against the wall as his hand tightens around my neck. My imaginative and prescient blurs and the room spins.

She is very frightened with this along with I assume her mental condition is not good. I placed my tied hands on hers to calm her down. She looked at me with tears rolled out of her eyes. “Time over for your chitchat. Now you, follow me” he instructed. While I stayed where I was not moving a bit. “I knew it you will throw the tantrums…” He said saying something to his dog. Two of his man holds me in their tight grip I was already tied with the rope. I started protesting but that Joshi inject something in my arm. Last thing I remember was the loud scream of Divya before losing consciousness.

"There are qualified teachers here to train you and I must add now that the rules of the Bounds Academy are very strict. Few of them are; not to go to floor no 5 and in the basement. Second, not to interfere in any matter, can do so if you are asked to and thirdly, not to hide anything from us. Stay loyal, share every thing with us so that we might help you." "And yes! You all are now restricted to this academy. You can never meet your parents, at least not until you fully gain control over your powers and get matured and strong enough to keep your self hidden and protected. Remember, for the Bounds Academy loyalty is the first priority. Anyone found guilty under this charge shall get ready

I waited for the guard to make his third round he always paused by the left corridor to drink from his flask. Timing. Everything was timing. A drop of water from the ceiling fell onto my wrist. I watched it trail down the wound, catching a glint of silver in the faint light. That’s when I felt it a pulse beneath my skin. Familiar. Powerful. Like the whisper of a storm rolling in. Thorne. The bond stirred faintly, just enough to make my heart trip. I shoved the feeling aside. I couldn’t afford distraction. Not when freedom was three heartbeats away.

The blood oath was a ritual done to seal a bond between the married couple, it was mostly done at their mafia weddings as part of the ceremonies. Luca's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. But he stood from his seat, He stood tall, his posture rigid, as he walked to the centre of the big hall as Elle followed. Her mother in-laws neared them, she faced them as they both were facing each other as people looked on. She grabbed Elle's hand which was small and delicate squeezed her finger. as Luca's gaze remained fixed on some point ahead. But as his mother pricked Elle’s finger and moved the needle to him his eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, they locked gazes.

“We had an agreement, Mario. No more deals.” “Relax, bossman,” Mario replied. “It’s the last batch. Already on queue. It won’t happen again.” His tone was light, unserious..like he was talking about pizza, not cartel-level drug deals. In the background, the lady giving him a massage giggled again. Dominic’s face tightened. “I’m warning you. Amara is here now,” he said. “Don’t put her life on the line because of your bullshit.” There was a pause.

The room had gone very quiet. Damien moved. He came around the table faster than the sentence finished and his fist connected before Adrian could fully register the movement. Adrian’s head snapped back. He touched his mouth. Looked at his fingers. Blood. He straightened up slowly. Then he threw one back. It caught Damien across the jaw and the impact sent something crashing behind him — a chair, a folder, both of them moving now, the boardroom table between them and then not, Adrian getting a grip on Damien’s jacket and Damien driving him back against the wall.

"All of them claiming Vance Maritime is cooperating fully with federal authorities." "My father is bleeding to death in public," Julian replied from the back seat, leaning his head back against the leather headrest, his eyes closing for a fraction of a second as the tension of the day began to wash over him. "He has no control over the core accounts anymore. Varga holds the debt; I hold the override keys." Gabriel turned his head, his pale hazel eyes glowing in the dim dashboard light as he looked back at Julian. "Roman wants to see you," Gabriel murmured softly. "Not at the gallery. At the Red Hook compound."

Instead, she flipped them over and straddled Kieran. "Alpha, I'm the fated mate the Moon Goddess chose for you. She's just a human. Why fight the whole pack for her sake?” "Unless the Alpha prefers it like this..." Wendy moved her hips, and Kieran's eyes darkened. He gripped her waist and thrust hard. Two bodies tangled together, completely unaware of Vera standing at the door with tears streaming down her face. She spun around and leaned against the cold wall. Werewolves had intense desires, which a human body could barely handle, let alone conceive.