Bro Bonding Stories Novels & Stories

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The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

Bronza asked calmly, as he gestured for Basha to sit. “I apologize to have visited without an invitation, but a news came to me yesterday, that brought me so much discomfort, my dear friend.” Basha spoke sadly. “And what could that be?” Bronza asked, concerned. “We have known each other, and have fought for each other for years, so I believe you would definitely fight for me concerning this.” Basha replied. “Speak! Basha, you are getting me worried.” Bronza commanded. “Alloy and Melie, are in love with each other, and….” Basha was cut short with his words as Bronza laughed out loud.

I was more relaxed if someone can grab him from me. But faking it was exhausting. My parents constantly invited us to dinner to analyze us. It was stupid. I could barely focus on the conversation with my friends. Comments from the streets reached my ears. “Did you hear? Bright gave up his destined mate to be with Sophia. He’s in love with her and loves her. Who would give up their destined mate if they were not in love? It’s so sweet,” one girl commented in secret. I felt a lump in my throat.

They whispered among themselves, exchanging looks and glaring down at me. It was over. I didn’t bother to raise my head, I just waited for the Alpha to announce my execution date. “Shane Lockwell,” Alpha Cassian called out and I slowly looked up at him, bracing myself. “You were born in this pack twenty years ago, you lost your parents at fifteen and since then you have been tending to your sisters, is that right?” I nodded, feeling tears warm my eyes at the thought of Nina and Abigail. “Yes Alpha, please whatever you decide, even if I am to be burnt at the stake, just don’t let my sisters suffer for my mistake. They are innocent.”

The bond didn't care about any of them. That was the thing nobody told you about mate bonds — the stories always made them sound like a gift, like something that arrived wrapped in warmth and rightness and the particular comfort of finding the person you were built for. Nobody mentioned that it could arrive like this. Like a rope attached to someone who had burned your home to the ground. Like your own body becoming a stranger who wanted things you couldn't afford to want. I closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep neither could I climb the stairs. The knock came at midnight. It was one knock, precise and sharp.

It had to be her. The story was accompanied by leaked screenshots of the Project Anchor files. They had published the redacted birth certificates, the financial transfers between my father and the syndicate, and a highly manipulated timeline that painted me as a willing participant—a woman who had groomed herself for the role of the "Devereux Bride" to secure wealth and immunity. They called me a corporate courtesan, a seductress of the syndicate, and a pathological liar who had staged my own kidnapping to gain sympathy and protect my investments.

he asked when he saw my face. “Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.” “Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years." “You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him. He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to break. It is why it has been outlawed. I outlawed blood magic when I became king because I could see what

Then the familial bond, that which is between my son and I, once again snatched me back from death's grip. This is the power of the sacred bond. It took me, May Jacobs. A human girl who was alone and unloved. Broken and shattered. Then it pieced me together. Making sure to leave me mended whole again. Indeed, the sacred bond mended me whole.

"I know. He's been taken by a bad demon. And he's going to come after me? " "What? " "I was in the WorldMind, a place where I can see minds and thoughts". 'You need to go far from here', she thought. He heard her thoughts . 'No, I'm not'. She heard his reply. "I can hear you". "So do I". They now had a psychic link. "What does this mean? " "I'm bonded with you". "That term is too far out". "It's not. We've bonded emotionally, physically and now mentally". "How about financially? ", she joked.