Digimon Vital Bracelet Novels & Stories

When Luca Moretti chose the jewelry for our wedding, he still bought two pieces and let my twin sister Bianca choose first. One was a ruby cuff from a Sicilian auction. The other was an off-the-rack black onyx bracelet, the kind sold in every mall jewelry store. For the first time, I reached before Bianca could. I pointed at the ruby cuff. "This time, can I choose first?" Luca set his palm on my head with the easy affection he used to make me behave. "Bianca has always been stubborn about quality. If it's not the best, she won't take it. You don't care about this stuff, Elena. The other piece isn't bad." I didn't answer right away. Something inside my chest went quiet. In my own family, Bia

Emily believed in the Moon Goddess’s promise—that mates are meant to protect, love, and complete one another. But when the Alpha she was destined to bond with rejected her, her world shattered, leaving her broken, humiliated, and trapped in a life of servitude. Alpha Jake has ruled his pack with strength and honor, yet one vital piece of his soul is missing: his mate. When fate brings Emily into his path, the bond is undeniable, a fiery connection that refuses to be ignored. But trust is fragile, and Emily’s heart bears scars too deep for easy healing. In a world of danger, deceit, and rival packs, can two souls destined to be together overcome betrayal, fear, and the shadows of their past

After the cruise ship strikes a hidden reef, panicked passengers shove me and Kristen Langford into the sea. My boyfriend, Elijah Jensen, is the ship's captain, so he plunges into the water. But instead of saving me, he grabs Kristen and boards the last lifeboat. I thrash and cry for help, but he slaps my hand away. "You can swim. Stop pretending for attention!" Elijah snaps. "Kristen's body temperature is dropping. I have to get her to a hospital!" The waters around me are pitch-black, and his words feel like a death sentence. When the tracking bracelet I always wear is discovered inside a shark, Elijah dives alone into shark-infested waters, searching for three days and nights.

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

Three months after my husband, Josiah Erikson, disappears in a skiing accident, I spot him in a bar. He's laughing freely with an arm slung casually around his "best friend", Monica Jones' shoulders. "Good thing you came up with the idea. I'd almost forgotten what freedom feels like." One after another, his buddies clink glasses with him and ask about when he plans to reappear. He looks down and thinks about it before saying, "In a week. I'll show up once she's gone completely crazy searching for me." Standing in the shadows, I watch him savor his freedom, then call my friend who works at the state vital records office.

The first time I met him, he was lying in the recovery room after surgery, looking weak and lifeless. But strangely, my heart skipped in a way I hadn't felt in three years. I tried to act professional, but every time I stood beside him to check his vital signs or give his medications, my heart reacted in ways I couldn't explain. I couldn't even look him in the face without feeling shy. One small moment led to another until I finally gathered the courage to ask him for his number. But as his recovery improved and his discharge day approached, I couldn't stop asking myself one question: Would our story end at the hospital, or was this just the beginning?

She left Vegas with a poker-chip bracelet and a secret she swore would never catch up with her. It just walked into her boardroom. Damian Holt doesn't recognize her. Five years, a empire built on cold ambition, and one night he clearly forgot. But Elena remembers everything — and now she has to smile across a conference table, close the deal that saves her agency, and pray he never looks too closely at the four-year-old girl waiting for her at home. He looks exactly like his father. The contract gets signed. The proximity gets dangerous. And Damian — brilliant, relentless, infuriatingly perceptive — starts noticing things. The bracelet. The way she tenses when he gets too close. The chil

I was doted to the bone by the mafia heir, Leonardo — he took bullets for me, endured 99 lashes, and promised to take me to see the Southern Sea that never freezes! But he let Zoe get pregnant with his child. He accused me of causing Ella’s pollen allergy, and even gave the only keepsake left by my mother — a bracelet — to Zoe as an apology. He said, "It’s just a bracelet." During an argument, he shoved me down, causing my head to bleed, yet he rushed to the hospital with Zoe, not even bothering to look back at me. I lay in the hospital getting stitches, and his suit still carried Zoe’s perfume. He yelled at me, "You followed me to the hospital to cause trouble!" My heart shattere

BLURB: Life from Kova made Lilysaint realize it was better to stay with men for fun than invest an emotion that must later hurt. Working as a supervisor in a prodigious hotel which belonged to Brucha, Lily stepped out to fulfill the inner crave that had passively laid dormant in her for years: which was seducing men, prominent men for a hobby. The show that happened within Lily’s wanton heart gave no room to think about marriage which was what Brucha wanted from her. The night of seventh seduction played a vital role in creating a mind shift in Lily to realize that only Brucha had wanted her for good. But this realization seemed to be happening late as another woman, Selina Na

I was a mafia princess, sick of the life. After my father died, all I wanted was a normal life. I helped my husband, Marco, take his company public. I fought his battles. I took care of his mother. I paid for his sister’s tuition and her addiction to luxury. Then, at our tenth-anniversary party, he gave my mother's bracelet to his childhood flame, Isabella. He even fucked her in our bed. I hired a PI. Found out he knew who I was from the start. He used me. Planned to be a Wall Street hotshot, then toss me aside. He thought my family was wiped out. That no one had my back. That he could walk all over me. He didn’t break until his company was bleeding partners and staring down bankruptcy. He g