Broken Binding Book Novels & Stories

He followed with a deep, shuddering groan, knotting me as the programming lost another hard-fought fraction of ground. We stayed locked together for the necessary seconds, breathing against each other’s skin while the voice continued to report the progress of the extraction and the sounds of pursuit grew closer in the passage behind us. When his knot finally softened he withdrew carefully and set me back on my feet. His hands lingered on my waist, trembling. “It’s still cutting,” he said, voice raw. “The claim is holding the center, but the edges are going dark. I can feel parts of you disappearing from the bond.”

"If he doesn't wake up, then just let him sleep more, alright? He'll wake up when he's rested enough." "No, Mom, but… the doctor said Dad went to heaven and won't ever wake up again. Mom, come save him!" Leroy's voice broke into sobs, and then Timothy's voice came through the phone. "Ms. Jorian, please come back. I'm not lying; your husband has passed away—" "Enough. Niels is really regressing. He must have become mentally twisted from being homebound. Why else would he get you to help him fabricate something so ridiculous?"

“And maybe you can help me find a book for a person problem I’m having as well.” “Oh?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, her curiosity piqued. “Broken mate bonds that were never formed. Or at least the feeling of it.” I let some hurt go into my voice, watching her hand dart to her chest in sympathetic pain. “Oh, um, we do have a few books on the bond psyche that might help you. Just met or a refusal to form after years?” She inquired. “Just met. And I want to help her get better.” I could see her eyes well up with she’d tears when I said it, a few sniffles coming from her.

Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done. Climbing out of her bed, she went to the side table and grabbed the book by its spine, and when the pages slightly ruffled, a loose leaf fell from it. It was so old that the bindings were starting to break. Clara sighed and decided that maybe she could fix its bindings before returning them.

Their voices layered on top of each other like echoes coming from the same throat. “We followed the breaking.” Bri blinked. “The breaking?” “The chain between realms.” Their red eyes flicked toward the hallway behind us. “To free what was bound.” Bri’s brows knitted together. “I didn’t break anything.” The witches tilted their heads. “You spoke the spell.” “The release.” “The severing.” Bri’s face paled. “The book…” The witches’ lips curled slightly. “Yes.” Derek stepped closer to Bri. “What are you talking about?” he demanded.

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.

I couldn’t win either way because Liam wasn’t mine to be with or rely on, and that he had made very clear. I was very thankful when class was over, in as much pain as I was in when I was far from Liam. I managed to get myself to the library out of town. I still felt like I was being followed but who cared, the only thing following me that I cared about was this excruciating pain. If I couldn’t find a spell to break the bond at least I had to find one to slow the development process, while I found another way to break it. I perused the library until I stumbled upon an ancient book of spells. No matter how unlucky I had been, I knew this book had exactly what I needed. I went to the checkout c

I threw on a coat, stepped out into the cool mountain air, and headed toward the pack’s library. The library was dark and silent, its massive shelves casting long shadows across the stone floor. I grabbed a lantern from a nearby table, its soft glow illuminating the spines of countless dusty books. “Where do I even start?” I muttered to myself. “Look for records of memory spells,” Nora suggested, her voice cautious. I scanned the shelves, running my fingers over faded titles until one caught my eye: Binding and Breaking: The Mysteries of Memory Magic. I pulled the book down and flipped through its pages, the words blurring together in my rush to find something—anything—that might explain the

Instead of using a lock an organic substance that resembled thin hardened vines or entwined prickly twigs wrapped around the cover and held it closed. They appeared to have a slight nearly living pulse. I scowled curious. What sort of book was this and why was it bound this way? I tugged harder my fingers grazing the rough intricate surface as I attempted to untangle the odd binding. Then a piercing burning pain. I let out a gasp. I looked down at my finger as I flinched away dropping the book with a loud thump. My skin had a thin deep line that was already crimson and dripping blood. With a sharp hiss of pain I muttered a curse. I had been deeply and sharply cut by the binding.

Upon hearing what Jordyn had just said, Wynn stilled for a moment as a subtle smile played on her lips. The beginner and advanced editions of this book had the same cover. Wynn was reading the advanced edition. She hadn't even encountered this sort of detailed content during her PhD, let alone in her undergrad. She had been reading a lot lately, and since Linda visited the Lockets almost every day, she knew the book had both a beginner and advanced version. At Jordyn's words, she figured Celeste was definitely reading the beginner's version. She almost burst into laughter. However, since Trevor and Beck were there, she held it back.