Broken Bonds Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

I took a deep breath before I continued reading. It was talking about all sorts of things, but what I got most from it was instinct, drive, destiny. And then… fragmentation. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I willed myself to continue reading. “When one soul is bound to three, it stretches. If not anchored, it will fray. Eventually, it may snap.” I stared at the screen, blinking as I took it all in. It was starting to make sense now. Alessi wasn’t here… and the bond was fraying.

I could almost feel his breath on my neck, his hands on my skin, and I hated myself for it. It had been the same with Dominic and Keiran. All three of them had shattered me completely, had looked into my eyes and rejected me like I was nothing, and still my traitorous body craved their warmth, their touch, their presence. “Snap out of it,” I muttered to myself, my voice sharp in the quiet street. “They don’t care about you. They never did.” I reached into the pocket of my black trench coat and felt the flash drive there, solid and real against my fingers. Dominic had given it to me, and I was burning with curiosity about what it contained. The first bond rupture, he’d said. The beginning of

Not here. Not like this. Rowan’s grip never loosened And somewhere beyond the pain Beyond the fracture The bond fought back. ---

His voice is serious, and his eyes flick between mine. I feel our bond pull, and snap. I feel it all come together. He’s serious. My body relaxes, as a few stray tears slide down my cheeks. “I’m broken, Ax” I whisper, “I’m no good. I don’t have anything to offer you. We may never be able to complete our bond. I may never be enough”

I stood up and grabbed my suitcase. As I walked past him, I paused. "Kaelen," I said softly. "Since the bond between us is broken, then let it stay broken." "Don't give me another reason to hate you." He didn't move. He didn't even look up. I walked past him, and this time, he didn't try to stop me.

“Talk to me. What did he do?” I shook my head, pulling Lila closer as another violent tremor ran through her body. “He didn’t just attack her,” I said, my voice low. “He attacked the bond. The structure of it. The thing holding her together.” Davian’s voice cut in, sharp and precise. “Then we rebuild it.” “It’s not that simple!” I snapped. Because I could feel it. Even without the bond fully intact, I could feel the absence. The missing pieces. The connection that had once anchored her now… fractured.

(Damon’s POV) The bond broke like a neck. One second it was there, wounded, bleeding, but there. A tether between my chest and hers. A pulse I’d learned to live with, even when it hurt. Even when it screamed. The next second, Nothing. I felt it happen. Felt the exact moment her words became reality. The bond didn’t fade or fray or loosen its grip. It snapped. Like a rope pulled too tight. Like a branch bent too far.

“Starting over. I just need temporary support. You owe me that much.” The audacity of it settled heavily in the room. “Owe you?” she repeated. “Yes,” he insisted. “We built that company together. My ideas—” “Your recklessness,” she corrected. “My ideas contributed to its growth,” he pressed. “You wouldn’t be where you are without the foundation we laid.” She closed her eyes briefly. They had laid that foundation together once. Late nights drafting plans. Celebrating first contracts. Dreaming of expansion. But that version of them had dissolved the moment trust fractured.

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole.