Luffy Boundman Novels & Stories

Being bonded to Tanner would only make him hate me even more. “Your markings.” Imelda muttered, “Oh Lydia.” I blinked, “You know my name?” Her demeanor had changed. It felt like she almost felt sorry for me, somewhat kind even, concerned. It rattled me as I was used to the cruel treatment from the rest of my pack, even my mate. “You’re the cursed one. Your name is important.” She said, “You are too thin. Lenard needs to feed you more meat. Have you been told the prophecy, Child?”

he shot back, a defiant smirk playing on his lips. Lync’s forehead creased into a deep frown. Hearing a mere kid call him by his first name without a shred of respect tested his patience, but he forced himself to maintain control. He was here under direct, ironclad orders from his boss and senior commander, Damien Blackwood. His task was to teach this young man how to fight and defend himself.

His eyes were wild, calculating, like he was trying to figure out our next move. “Ronan, slow down!” I gasped, my legs burning from the sudden sprint. “No time,” he muttered. “They’ll catch up soon.” I tugged against his grip, planting my feet firmly into the ground until he had no choice but to stop and look at me. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. All of it,” I demanded, chest heaving as I tried to regain my breath.

she said to him. Josh grinned. “You already got me so many toys!” “This one’s special. You’re ten now—you deserve something unforgettable.” She blindfolded him and led him outside. His friends followed, buzzing with curiosity. The maids were already outside, waiting with a small, fluffy puppy in their arms. When Eilleen removed the blindfold, Josh gasped. “I can have it?” he asked over and over again. “Yes, it’s yours,” she smiled. “She doesn’t have a name yet—you get to name her.”

I know her parents like still having a way to talk with her whenever they want. “You stupid bitch.” The guy screams. “Keep your rotten hands off, my friend.” I hiss. I can feel Luca getting closer through our bond. I need to keep these assholes busy until they get here. He lunges for me, and I teleport us to the other side of the room. I have been trying to loosen whatever they have bound my hands with, but it isn’t working. I hear a growl and smirk when I see the looks of confusion and anger on their faces.

Kenneth’s gaze met mine, black, unyielding, feral, and the words he spoke were a command, a tether, a promise: “Do not move. Not now. Not ever. And whatever happens, stay with me.” I nodded, trembling, chest heaving, every fiber of my being screaming both fear and desire, because in that moment, I understood with absolute clarity that I was irrevocably bound to this man, this storm, this violence, and that nothing, not bullets, not men, not fire could sever the connection forged in blood and chaos.

Predatory. “Belonging to me,” he said, slow and deliberate, “means your life is no longer your own. Your breath, your time, your body. Everything you are, everything you have, exists to serve me. You are bound by your father’s debt. Until it is paid… you are mine.” My throat dried. The joke I’d been preparing slipped right out of my head. I forced a smirk anyway. “Sounds like slavery. And, uh, newsflash, slavery’s been outlawed for a while now—even for guys with stormy eyes and a cult following.”

I gripped his hand, trying to drag it off. "What were you doing with him? Huh? What the hell were you doing with him in such a tight corner?!" He barked, keeping his voice low, determined to kill me. I could not answer. His grip on my throat was too tight. I tried to get his hand off, using all my strength but Vincent was always ten times stronger than I was. My eyes widened and tears gathered in them. I opened my mouth to speak… beg him… but no words could come out…

"Forty-five thousand dollars!" "That I didn't ask you to do!" Ryan said, his voice rough. "You begged me to help!" "And you've been holding it over my head ever since!" Ryan pulled on his jeans, movement sharp with anger. "Every fight, every argument, you throw it in my face. 'I paid for this, I did that, you owe me.' I'm not your protect, Nina. I'm not some broken thing you get fix and then claim ownership of!"

They both were. They all were. Suki sighed, “Okay. Three…” The men positioned themselves at her neck. “…Two…” They both summoned their fangs. With a hitched breath, she exhaled, “…One.” Their mouths landed on her neck, and they clamped down hard. Suki’s eyes widened, and she let out an audibly loud gasp as the pain of immense binding magic surged through her.