Food Binding Novels & Stories

Nothing made any sense without him with me, but every emotion I felt toward him or about him had become a walking contradiction. Knowing he wasn't coming home to me anymore stole my breath, sucked the life from me-I was suffocating. He was my lifeline, and without him, every inhale was harder to take. I missed seeing him in the morning, curling up in his arms at night, eating dinner with him, and the sensation of his basic human touch. I had adored him since the day I sat across from him at Applebee's and believed with everything in me our souls were connected. We were bound by a love I'd never known before and doubted would ever exist for me again. Somehow, we'd always be connected; some un

He had nobody to fight for him before we met, but he had me now despite everything because those circumstances changed nothing. “What lead did you find?” I asked her curiously. She led me into her office where there was a corkboard that had every piece of information on it that we had discovered in relation to Kol and the binding. “The magic is not only powerful but also old school. It took a lot of research to figure out what would require something so potent to effectively bind it. What are the purposes of binding something?” I thought about it for a minute before answering. There were two primary functions: to either prevent something from taking hold or keeping it in place so that it cou

" Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.” My throat tightened. “They were never meant to bond. Not with anyone. And especially not with one mate.” “Why?” I asked. “Because their souls are intertwined. Binding to one shifts the weight. Destabilizes the others. Balance is broken.” I swallowed. “So when I kissed Thorne—” “You pulled the first thread.”

I wanted to be a partner. But the physical distance was starting to feel like a hunger. Every time we brushed past each other in the kitchen, or his hand lingered on the small of my back for a second too long, my pulse would spike. I was starving for him, and by the time the ball arrived, I was done waiting.