Broken Bonds Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing. "But how am I gonna get there?" I looked down at the chains that were attached to my wrist and then noticed that they weren't even locked. They were still open but slightly. I carefully shoved my thumb into the lock in attempt to apply pressure in order to get it to open up more. My acrylic nail popped off taking my actual nail off with it. I screamed out as a tremendous amount of pain shot through my hand. "FUCK!" I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

My knees buckled, the room was spinning violently. “No!” I gasped, clutching my chest as agony ripped me apart from the inside, the pain was searing and overwhelming "No please!!!" I begged as I felt the last snap of the bond break, I howled with pain and cradled my heart which was shattered. But Damien didn’t flinch. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, tall and unyielding, watching me break. --- I crumpled to the floor, every nerve alight with pain. My wolf clawed against my skin, desperate to reach him, desperate to mend the bond that he had torn apart without hesitation.

Marcus shoved him aside and, with trembling hands, snatched up the paper. The first line was written in bold strokes: "Application for Dissolution of Marriage. Applicants: Marcus Hale, Clara Wilder." Julia limped in behind him, trying to clutch his arm like before. "Marcus, my ankle hurts." Ruthlessly, he ripped his hand away. "Ah!" The motion sent Julia crashing to the ground for real this time, pain shooting up her twisted ankle. Her face contorted as she sucked in sharp breaths. Marcus gripped the divorce papers tighter, his face pale, and showed her no concern at all.

There was no mistaking - they could only mean Gavin and Vivian. "Of course he's attentive—Mrs. Clarke's finally giving him an heir. The Alpha's assembled a whole team of specialists at her slightest discomfort." That sounded like a joke. Gavin treated Vivian like royalty while I remained the forgotten Luna, left to fend for myself. After two uneventful nights, the doctors finally let me go. When I walked out of the hospital gate, my first destination was the Pack Council to collect the Bondbreak Certification. This proof is a manifestation of the dissolution of our mate bond.

I set her coffee cup down with a sharp clink. "There's no mate bond to be stressed. That's the point, isn't it? Liam doesn't remember me, doesn't want me, and is dating a pretty blonde nurse. The bond is effectively broken." "That's not how it works," Alex said quietly. "The bond doesn't break just because one mate doesn't acknowledge it. It stretches, weakens, but remains intact. And when a bond is under that kind of strain, it takes a physical toll. Especially on the mate who still feels it fully."

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 sever the bond that ties us together. From this moment on, you mean nothing to me. We are nothing." The bond snapped. It did not fade slowly like I thought it would. It broke all at once, sharp and sudden, like glass shattering on concrete. Pain exploded through my chest and I gasped, unable to breathe. My vision blurred and my knees gave out beneath me. I was falling and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

I gasped and pressed my hand against the spot. Innocent people were dying. Mates who loved each other, who'd done nothing wrong except have the bad luck to be bonded after I shattered mine. Their bonds were snapping because of me. Because I'd run that morning in college. Because Malachi had rejected me in the forest. Because neither of us had been brave enough to do this right. "Can we fix it?" I asked. Silence again. "Nyx. Can we fix it?" *I don't know. Maybe. If you and Malachi complete the bond properly before he dies. If you repair what was broken. But even then—* She hesitated. *Even then, the damage might be too great. The ripples might continue spreading.*