Broken Bonds Book Novels & Stories

The bond changed. Not stronger. not stable. something else. something new. something the system hadn’t accounted for. Zayden looked at me. no hesitation. only decision. “If this works…” he didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. because I felt it What he was about to do. the bond surged Violent. And then It broke. not apart. not destroyed. It broke open. Into something neither of us recognized. and the thing inside him Smiled.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms, and I whispered through gritted teeth, “No more.” I reached deep into the bond, gripped it with everything inside me, and yanked. The moment it snapped on my side, the pain was unbearable. It was like my soul had been torn in half, ripped from the inside out. I staggered back, clutching my chest, gasping as my knees nearly buckled beneath me. Fire and ice coursed through me, colliding violently until I couldn’t breathe. But worse than the pain was the truth that followed. I felt it—my side of the bond was broken. But his… his remained intact. Damian still held the thread.

"Damien, don't come complaining to me if our son no longer calls you dad in the future!" Angry, Sarah hung up the phone. In the past, when work consumed most of my time, I worried that as our son grew older, our bond would weaken. But now... hah. The Sheldons had manipulated me for so many years. Now that I've finally started fighting back, they can't handle it. Peter and Lucy spoiled their son and, back then, they had transferred the house into his name.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Heath agreed, exhausted emotionally beyond coherent conversation. Rhett, however, seemed to have finally discovered words. “Sometimes I feel like we’re broken,” he admitted, his eyes on the windscreen. “The Triquetra. That what we were has been damaged, our bond doesn’t feel… right anymore. Do you think it’s possible for a bond to just fade away? I mean, we haven’t claimed each other in front of the goddess, under the full moon. We haven’t marked each other. Is it possible that the bond could just…” “Atrophy?” Heath suggested, because that was how it felt to him too.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

(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.

Shattered Bonds The woods were quiet, but inside Evandra, there was only screaming. Each step was agony, her lungs still raw from sobbing, her body trembling as though every bone in her had cracked and splintered. The mate bond’s severing left her hollow, yet heavy—an emptiness that pressed against her chest until she could hardly breathe. She stumbled over roots and branches, shredded pieces of fabric from her night gown torn and dull beneath the silver wash of moonlight. She pressed a hand to her chest as if she could hold the bond there, keep it from unraveling further, but it was gone. He had ripped it away.

The love I'd tried to hide, the hope I'd been afraid to acknowledge, the deep, unshakeable belief that we could make this work. The bond settled into something new, not the tentative connection we'd had before, but a solid, unbreakable link. His heartbeat became mine. His emotions colored my own. And through it all, I felt completely, perfectly myself. The bond didn't diminish me or override my identity. It enhanced everything I was while connecting me to everything he was. When we finally broke apart, both gasping, the gathered witnesses erupted in cheers. Damien was grinning, Sarah was sobbing happily, and Marcus looked satisfied, like he'd known all along this was how it would end.