Luffy Boundman Novels & Stories

~Mel~ His eyes might have been warm, but I’d learned that monsters wore different masks. Luther could be just as dangerous as Carmine, regardless of how soft his gaze appeared. If he was even remotely associated with Carmine, it didn’t matter how much kindness he tried to project; he was a wildcard. And in my world, wildcards couldn’t be trusted. I didn’t respond to him. My body was rigid, every muscle tensed in silent defiance as I stared at him. His shoulders relaxed a little, as if he’d resigned himself to the fact that I wasn’t going to answer.

Daniel asked the last question as a joke. The blond Embert was wearing a black leather jacket with fleece inside, which kept him warm in the low temperatures of the nights, plus a hood with the same inner fabric and gray color. Light blue jeans and black boots that looked like mountaineering boots. He had just cut his hair and had it well groomed. And shaved, he'd no stubble of beard. He sat in one of the two chairs that matched the round table he was invited to join and nodded toward the bottle with a curved-lipped grimace.

He said and Jiroo and Ayu burst out into fits of loud laughter. "Yes, Hera. He's Tanjirou." Jiroo said between his laughter and points at himself. "And I'm Inosuke and Ayu is Zenitsu." "And Nami is Nezuko." Ayu added and they laughed even harder that Liam soon joined them and his grip on my waist loosened. "Do you think I'm in a mood for your silliness?" "No, I'm s-sorry." Liam said and slapped Jiroo's arm before he tried to hold me but I swat his hands away. "C'mon babe, I really took care the demon earlier that's why I wasn't inside."

The boy's eyes widened to the size of saucers before he yelled out, “They were bound!” Anne smiled weakly, “Yes, they were each other's bound. They could read each other's minds and could communicate through mind links as long as they were within the same vicinity.” She paused before going on, “When Lala's father, the king, found out about them being bound, he forbade Lala from ever visiting. He preferred to keep his daughter under watch by the palace guards so that Lala and Lulu wouldn't find a way to meet each other in secret.”

"I'll be clear about this, This marriage is not what you imagine, I feel nothing for you. You are… only bound to me.” Bound. The word felt heavy in her chest. She swallowed hard, fingers twisting in her lap. Bound to him? What did that mean? He leaned back, done with her reaction, eyes scanning the hall. Zayla fidgeted, twisted the folds of her dress, trying to calm the panic in her stomach.

His words were laced with so much authority and hatred and for some reason, I wasn't surprised with his response. "Watch this..!", he commanded and the camera suddenly moved farther away from him, showing his full muscular body on the seat, my attention was drawn to a man whose hands and legs were bound, and his mouth gagged. I took a closer look at him and he didn't look like a lycan, no person has been reported missing in my pack so it can't be one of my people.

The image before me seared with a hot, burning anger that ran through my veins. The chains rattled as Freya lifted her head, her eyes widening in shock. "Brother!" she screamed out, her voice breaking with emotion. Roy's gaze met mine. He bowed his head in submission. "Alpha." I clenched my fists. To see them like this. helpless, bound, imprisoned. it broke something inside of me. This is *Liam's* doing. That son of a. I would kill him for this. I would *tear him apart.*

He could not afford any carelessness. “Hmph!” Louis’s eyes flashed coldly as he faced Andrius’ fierce attack. “You overestimate yourself.” Before he finished speaking, the Boundless Soul Banner in his hand rose again. A sudden gust of wind rose. Louis was using the Boundless Soul Banner for the second time, intending to crush Andrius with extreme power and end this chaos. The oppressive force filled every inch of space. It was the strength of a late-stage Aureate Immortal. Andrius felt grim.

From the way this person sounded, it could be that the position is higher than the rest. "Bring her hand." Hazel couldn't tell what was going on, until someone lifted her fingers. She felt too weak to react to the pain or do anything about it. She was almost lifeless. "What exactly are you doing to her?" Someone asked quietly. "Just follow instructions, no much talking." This person too papers, and the rustle almost made her ask what was going on, but she couldn't do anything at that point. Hazel's hand was pressed down forcefully on something soft. It was actually cold hands that guided her fingers.

My t-shirt is drenched in a second, sticking on my skin, I wrap my trembling hands around myself, feet stinging and bleeding. White strands of my pixie cut hair sticks to my forehead as I lay there, unmoving. Maybe if he catches me, he would tear me apart like he did those hounds, the thought makes my heart clench. I shouldn't have touched his things. Bond. I can't believe I accidentally bound myself to him. The rain refuses to stop and my body refuses to move. Time seems to slow down and I can't remember if I have been laying there for minutes or hours.