Broken Bonds Series Novels & Stories

“It would have been easier when I was pregnant. People kept giving me these pitying looks, every time I told them I was unbonded. I hated it. But after….” He didn’t continue, just cocked his head and glanced up at Alex through his lashes. Alex could fill in the gaps. If they’d been not mated when Ash came to find him everytime in his old house, when he make Sam call him and told him to stay away from Alex and assumed the worst, it would have broken him. Broken Bond Syndrome wasn’t always fatal, but maybe it would be better if it was. It was dangerous, and could become a debilitating chronic condition if it wasn’t treated properly. They taught how to recognize it in middle school health class

“Do you even understand what that means? The consequences—” “I don’t care.” Three words. Cold. Final. Merciless. Something inside me cracked. Not just my heart. Something deeper. Something that would never be whole again. The bond, fragile and newly formed, began to tear apart. I felt it—felt every thread snap, every connection burn as it was ripped away from my soul. A scream built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wouldn’t give them that. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me shatter completely.

"She is coming back for a film promotion. Hollywood reporters will follow her, and the media outside the pack will watch every move. If they find out she is staying under my protection while I still have a sanctioned mate, they will make her the other woman before her film even premieres. The elders will not allow that kind of scandal around Blackridge's public face." After a few seconds, he said what I already expected. "We will go to the Bonding Hall tomorrow. We dissolve the mate bond first." Blackridge called it a sanctioned mate bond. It was not the kind of fated soul bond old stories said could never be broken. It was the bond the pack recognized, the bond written into the elders' ledg

Do I even deserve to be with him? “Dr. Henson, are you okay?” Dr. Clint asked. “I’m sorry I just remembered something.” I replied. “Please continue.” “I think we all need a break. It is almost lunch break. Let’s resume after an hour.” Dr. Clint stated. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you?” “I am just going through some things especially after Josh Pearson’s death. Things are just being complicated right now.” I replied.

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.

When a hiss of shock escapes him, I know that there is definitely something happening, but I don’t think I was quite ready for the words that would leave his lips next. "What is it?" I ask, unable to handle the silence that falls around us. "What’s wrong?" "It’s…" Fineon says slowly. "What?" "It’s disappearing," he finally reveals. "Does this mean that Mateo’s bond with you is completely broken?" ‘It is,’ Anika’s weak voice whispers. ‘I destroyed mine and his connection.’ My eyes widen as I take in what I’m being told, and I feel a surge of hope begin to take over. If the bond was broken and Anika was back, that meant that killing him would be easier, right?

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

When my father told me about everything Isaac had witnessed, I didn't feel touched or emotional at all. In fact, I was just speechless. When Sylvan and I were with him, Kaelen didn't appreciate us. Now he was pretending to be all sentimental? But at least under my father's protection, I had finally been able to sever my mate bond with Kaelen. And with that, I was free to live my own life. Thanks to my father, no one dared to call Sylvan an outsider or a bastard.