Bounded By Love Novels & Stories

I can get my freedom once I make sure that everyone will be safe. I still did not understand why this happened to me only? What ever is happening with me is it because I loved Aashish ji? Is the love I have for him doing everything? Is the love that has broken me? Am I Broken by love?

Lita was a singer and her apartment was a haven of instruments and sound, a testament to the creative spirit that burned within her. The door opened, revealing Lita with her contagious smile, her eyes sparkling with the light of a thousand stage lights. "Jules! My girl! You look like you've seen a ghost." she blatted, pulling Julie into a tight hug. "Not quite a ghost, just a truly annoyingly handsome ex-boyfriend." Julie replied, forcing a smile. Lita did not need any further explanation. They had shared their lives, their loves, and their bond forged in the gauntlet of teenage times. Lita knew the story of Den, the love that had burned so bright, only to be extinguished by a harsh reality.

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.

Through Lily, Emily learned that love was not a finite resource but an infinite wellspring from which one could draw strength and solace. With newfound courage, Emily allowed herself to love again. The love that blossomed between her and Lily was different yet equally profound. It was a love marked by compassion, understanding, and the shared experience of loss. Together, they navigated the intricate dance of grief and healing, holding each other's hands through the ups and downs.

The contact sent a jolt through Bella, the warmth of his touch igniting the feelings she’d tried to bury. She loved him she’d known it for weeks, even if she’d never said it aloud to him. his heart pounded against her cheek making her wonder if he felt anything too despite his cold exterior. But that was very unlikely. He pulled back abruptly, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment before dropping. “Don’t make me regret this,” he said, his voice gruff, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something softer something that made her heart ache. She smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that surprised them both. “I won’t,” she promised, her voice steady with determination. For the first time, she

But before I could process it, Damien closed the distance between us, his fingers curling under my chin as he forced my gaze to his. His touch was ice. His eyes burned like fire. “From this moment on,” he murmured, “you belong to me.”

Everything seemed blurry, she stood up but wobbled a bit but Orion was quick to catch her as he placed her back on her feet. "Are you okay?" He asked as she nodded, he moved away from her almost immediately. He needed to put a boundary between them, because everytime he tried to keep himself away from her, he just finds himself moving closer, she feels like a magnet. "G-good morning" she greeted him as she pushed her hair out of her face. As she fell asleep last night on an empty stomach or rather passed out due to exhaustion, she had come to accept that she couldn't do anything about this but make use of whatever would be offered her.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

, 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.

I crashed into the glass and then fell to the car floor at his feet, gasping for air and coughing, my throat feeling ravaged. "Remember that it's only because of my grace that I'm letting you get this worthless high school degree," his eyes flashed at me, "You turned eighteen last year and officially became mine, no marriage license necessary. I just want you to keep it at the back of your mind that my grace isn't endless." His dark brown eyes swept down my body and I immediately drew my legs together and dragged my skirt down as far as it could go. It did nothing to stop me from shuddering in revulsion as his hungry eyes drank me in and his tongue swiped over his fat lips.