Broken Bonds Audiobook Novels & Stories

she glanced at Gavin, “....or something’s not adding up.” “Did you feel the bond break?” Penny asked suddenly. “Really? Did it snap inside you like they say it does?” I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Because I didn’t. There was pain. Devastation. But no snap. The bond never broke. My breath caught as realization clawed its way up my throat. “I never… felt it break,” I whispered. I pressed a hand to my heart, the pain and need twisting even deeper, like vines around my lungs. “So what are you saying?” I asked, my voice tight. “That this… that this means what?” No one answered. But they were all staring at me now.

Their looks of concern faded, replaced by something colder and more doubtful. Julia's heart jolted. She quickly reined in her expression, her eyes filling with false tears. "I'm sorry. The pain in my ankle made me lose my composure." Tom grunted, then called over the others. Together, they half-carried her to the infirmary. Inside, Dr. Alan Price treated Julia's ankle with medicine. Outside, the soldiers lingered, standing and sitting in uneasy silence. "Do you think Captain Hale and his wife split up because of Miss Summers?" Noah Brooks blurted out. "Shut up. Marcus isn't like that," Ryan snapped immediately.

“Marrying another woman, letting you go, pretending I could forget you... it was the worst mistake of my life.” “That doesn’t justify anything!” I shouted. But he went on, as if he hadn’t heard me. “From the moment you and I broke the bond, something inside me shattered too. I felt my soul split apart. And when I tried to move on... I couldn’t. There was no life without you, Sophia.” “You’re sick,” I whispered, trembling. Dante smiled faintly, sadness in his eyes. “Maybe. But aren’t we all, when we truly love?”

“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.”

I looked at her quietly and didn't say a word. She suddenly laughed softly. "I knew it. You'll never forgive me. And honestly, I don't deserve your forgiveness. "But no matter what, whether you believe me or not, you were always the only father I ever had and the only one I'll ever recognize." After saying that, she slowly turned around and walked away. I wanted to say something, but in the end, I didn't call out to her. Affection is like glass; once broken, the cracks remain forever.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

he said, his voice low, stripped of all restraint. The bond did not merely react this time. It fractured. Because something within it had just been exposed, and whatever had been buried inside me answered back.

I said. For the first time, something flickered in his expression. Interest. "Try," he said. Silence fell. I closed my eyes again. Reached for the bond. Found it. Strong. Alive. Connected. And beneath it, that second layer. I pushed against it. Hard. Pain exploded through my chest. My body jerked forward, breath tearing from my lungs. The bond snapped back violently. Stronger. Tighter. Unbreakable. I gasped, gripping the ground as the pain faded into a dull ache.

His wailing sound was now more sounding like the broken sobs of a human. “What happened, bro?” Abel murmured a question though he didn’t need an answer to comfort his best friend, his best friend did answer through a broken sob. “He broke the bond.” ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

“Then start with why the bond is gone, because if you think I’m just going to stand here and accept that, you’re out of your fucking mind.” “I didn’t break it,” he said. That… that didn’t help. My hands clenched, frustration rising again. “Then explain it,” I said, sharper now, my chest tight with something between anger and panic. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels pretty fucking broken.” Eric tilted his head slightly, studying me like that reaction mattered more than the question. “It’s not broken,” he said slowly. “You’ve just been separated from it.” Didn’t feel right, didn’t fit.