Bounded By Love Novels & Stories

Remember Ethan, don't let her put your soul in a box, when we've finally clawed out, don't let her take that from us. I move deeper into the block, my heart hammering against my chest. From the end of the hall, a small sound drifted towards me, it wasn't even a scream. It was laughter. High - pitched, manic and full of arrogance and triumph. “You did so well, my Love,” a woman's voice purred. “See how easy it is when you come back to me and stop fighting our bond?” I turned around the final corner, the scent now strong it made my head spin.

I said slowly, “the empire could splinter. People with short vision will sell. Donors will pause. Competitors will circle. The board could fracture and control could shift. It would not be immediate chaos, but it would be the long death of stability.” She held my gaze. Her hands were small in mine. “I love you,” she said softly. “If everything burns, I love you anyway.” The line was simple and like a match. It warmed something that I had kept cold for a long time.

“The room was thick with his scent now. A scent that was supposed to be impossible. Moonlight. And bloodroot. My body howled for him. But my soul… knelt. ‘If you don’t want me,’ I whispered, voice hoarse, ‘I’ll die with the wanting. But I won’t take what you don’t offer.’ I said solemnly. Wanting him to understand that he doesn't have to share his first heat cycle with me. The fact that we marked each other does not necessarily mean we can make love.

It was like, even before we were born, we were meant to be together — bound by the Moon Goddess. “Then mark me too,” he said, his voice breaking. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.” My heart raced. I wanted that too. “I will,” I promised. That was all he needed. He kissed me again — harder this time — and the world around us blurred into nothing as we laced our fingers. I clung to him as we lost ourselves in each other — his name on my lips, my name on his — our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingled with my breathless cries and his low, guttural praise. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch because this tight little pussy is gripping me so perfectly. Your boys never reached this deep, never made you feel this full.” He rubbed my pearl again, his fingers slick with my yoghurt, circling with relentless pressure while his hips snapped forward. Tension coiled tighter, my body trembling on the brink. The forbidden reality — being bent over and claimed by my best friend’s widowed father in their own home — amplified everything tenfold.

Thick with legal jargon, clauses about public appearances, social obligations, maintaining the facade of a real marriage. Nina sank onto her destroyed couch, the contract heavy in her hands. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd marry a stranger. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd trade her freedom for survival. Forty-eight hours before David Hale made his move and everyone she loved became a target.

“I guess our love is just that strong.” A frown pulled at my brows. “Love?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “He’s fucking married. He has a mate. A daughter he’s trying to sell off like property.” I looked at her in disbelief. “I don’t see how any of that supports your epic love story.” She laughed quietly. “Well, love doesn’t care about boundaries…” She leaned closer, her perfume suffocatingly sweet. “Or burdens.” My jaw tightened. God, I wanted to punch this bitch directly in the face.

“What exactly are you thinking about?” Lily bit her lip. “I want to understand more. About… relationships. And intimacy. It’s not really covered in the textbook.” I smiled slowly. The girl was curious. I glanced at the door, then back at her attentive face. “Close the door, Lily.” She obeyed quietly. When she turned back around, I stood up, pushing my chair aside. “Intimacy is about trust,” I began, keeping my tone professional. “And boundaries. It’s important to always have clear communication with a partner.”

Her breath caught slightly. “That’s not helping,” she said quickly. “I know,” he replied. But he didn’t look away. And that— Was the problem. The silence between them grew heavier. Different from before. Less anger. More awareness. Ammie stepped back slightly. “We need boundaries,” she said. Adrian tilted his head slightly. “Or what?” She paused. That question again. “Or this gets worse,” she said softly. For a moment— Neither of them spoke. Then Adrian walked back to his desk.

Ariana replies knowledgeably, “no love is forbidden for only the people around us make love forbidden.” Silence follows her statement. “Love is like a flowing river. It overcomes all its obstacles. Stones and boulders may block its path, but those hindrances will never be a match. Sometimes, it violently rampages and rapidly proceeds. Sometimes, it becomes still and silent, yet it continues to flow. It also separates to make room for more. However, all rivers end up to the sea, where all life is determined by the forces that govern it,” she continues.