Broken Bonds Book Novels & Stories

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

All I had to do was find a way to break the mating bond. It was not going to be an easy task especially considering the fact that they had two kids. Children cemented a bond and made it stronger. I was going to have to yank that bond apart once and for all, I did not have the patience to put them at loggerheads and watch as they broke the bond themselves. Waiting for them to break it could give Lucas an opportunity to be together. That was a lot of time spent together, the possibility of Noah and Hazel getting back together was also looming.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.

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

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

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 book wasn't organized the way modern things were organized — it moved by association, by category of cause rather than symptom, and we had to work through two wrong sections before my mother's finger stopped on a page and stayed there. I leaned in. The heading read: On the fracture of the unaccepted bond and its exploitation. We read it together in silence. It described Kael's symptoms with an accuracy that made my chest tighten — the internal burning, the uneven deterioration, the way a targeted compound could find the fracture and use it as an entry point. It described the progression. It described what happened if it went untreated. And then it described the remedy. My mother read it

My body shook with sobs I would not let become sound. The mark on my neck burned. Through the bond I felt him. Still standing in his study. Surrounded by scattered pages. His forehead pressed against the closed door. He was breaking. So was I. But I had been broken before. And I knew something he did not. Broken things can be rebuilt. But never in the same shape. And never for the person who broke them. I pushed off the wall and kept walking. Behind me through stone and distance and a bond that neither of us could sever I heard him whisper three words.

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