Broken Bonds Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

He is who matters, not her. Breakfast is intense with so many people around, the magical connections and their auras demanding my attention, but with my bond’s steady presence, and their tethers wrapping around me like an aura, I manage to get through it. My first class is tough, but Archie gets me through it with gentle touches, whispered words of support and the occasional smirk that distracts me just enough to stay in control. My second class is a disaster. None of my bonds are with me, and without them, my gift becomes too much for me to manage alone. I can’t speak, can barely breathe as it threatens to drown me.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

he said quietly, “you can’t run from it anymore.” She turned away, her voice barely steady. “Watch me.” Later that night, when the world finally went quiet, Aurora stood alone in her suite, looking at her image in the mirror. Her phone buzzed on the table. A message. She picked it up, expecting Damon or a writer. But it was neither. The author was unknown. And the message made her blood run cold: You think the bond snapping back is the worst thing that could happen? Wait until he finds out who broke it three years ago.

"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?"

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

And from the dark at the far end of the corridor, the voice returned closer, clearer, and carrying the finality of a process already at the point of completion. “Final extraction engaged. Bond severance in five.” The center of the bond stretched to the edge of breaking. Kael’s hand tightened on mine until I felt the bones shift. “Elara” The connection between us began to go silent.

Was it because I leaned into him, waiting for his lips to touch mine? The thought gnawed at me and the silence in the library only made it worse. I dropped the book I was holding, brushing the dust from my hands. “You’re overthinking again,” I muttered under my breath but it didn’t help. The ache in my chest stayed. If Zack didn’t want to talk, fine. I’d focus on what I came here for. My eyes went back to the book we’d found earlier, the one that confirmed what the witch had said: the bearer of three bonds can break two and keep one or accept all three and bear the weight of their souls.

The boom of the bond's disintegration masked Darius's distant voice. I scratched at the floor, attempting to grasp onto something. The light from the moonstone flickered slightly, unable to bear the stress. Then the agony vanished as abruptly as it had started. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the grove with Darius cradling me. However, something had changed. We were barely connected, a thin thread that may break at any time. "Aria," Darius said in a quivering voice. "What's going on?" Tears were running down my cheeks as I glanced up at him. "The bond is rupturing."

“It’s always been part of us. We can’t just discard it. Even if it’s broken, even if it’s... weakened, it’s still us.” “But is it, Kieran?” Caspian interjected, his voice sharp, his eyes flashing with something dangerous. “Can we say that, honestly? We’ve seen what happens when the bond is shattered. What happens when trust breaks down.” “I’m not breaking,” I said, my voice finally steadying as I found the strength to speak. I looked at each of them—Caspian, Kieran, the healer who had moved to the far side of the room. “I won’t let this break us. I won’t let the bond be a curse. It’s a part of us, not something that controls us. We can rebuild it.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” “I should,” he replied simply. The pain throbbed, then receded into a deep, relentless ache. Rowan waited until her breathing steadied. “That wasn’t a memory,” he said quietly. “That was a bond echo.” Her eyes burned. “It’s still there.” “Yes.” “Why?” she demanded. “Why won’t it break?” Rowan’s gaze softened. “Because some bonds don’t snap cleanly. They fray.” She laughed weakly. “That sounds worse.”