Mha Bondo Novels & Stories

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.

The happy chatter surrounding us is fucking nauseating and I'm dying to have this day over and done with. "Congrats Bash" Micah clapped me on the back once we were seated. He has a big fucking smile. I don't know what the hell he was so happy about. He knew that this wasn't real.. He's the only one who can get away with clapping me on the back. And not always. We have known each other since we were pups. Our parents were best of friends and we just clicked.. We've been inseparable since.. "Thanks" I forced a smile..

"Veil Alpha, you underestimate our bond. Seraphina is not yours to manipulate. We will protect her from your twisted ambitions." The Veil Alpha's smile widened, his gaze shifting between the three of us. "Oh, my dear Adrian, you think you know everything. But what if I told you that your loyalty has been misplaced all along?" A hush fell over the chamber as the Veil Alpha's words hung in the air, casting doubt and suspicion over the bond we had shared. Adrian's eyes narrowed, a mix of confusion and anger flickering across his face. "What do you mean?" The Veil Alpha chuckled darkly. "Do you truly believe that your love for Seraphina is genuine? Or is it merely a product of manipulation, a bo

They would have done the same if they knew how repulsive some floozy’s touch is when all you want is the touch of your love. “Ladies and gentlemen, and esteemed members of the press,” Tahir, our new PR head, announced, prompting a round of polite applause from the audience. “Allow me to introduce you to the formidable trio behind CMH Industries: Mr. Xander Coleman, Mr. Alex Morris, and Mr. Sean Heil.” The crowd applauded as we stepped forward, taking our positions on the stage. The lights were bright, and cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every moment of this press conference. I caught a glimpse of my parents in the front row, their eyes gleaming with pride and admiration.

Few hours later no sign of Conrad. Mr.Brown said, "I learned Conrad hasn't returned, why would you guys send him alone to the woods, we have to go look for him". Sage and everyone else grabbed a touch from their tent and they headed out in a group, they wanted to split, but Mr. Brown was against them splitting "We search together, keep a close eye and be careful ".They kept on looking for him calling his name, their voices were echoing in the woods, and Conrad was on the ground, his leg was bleeding and stuck in a trap, his shirt torn, and he screamed" I'm over here" after hearing the group call out his name, the group traced his voice and finally they found him, everyone was shocked except

Ohh I am so sorry I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Mia, Mia Rooke…or well in this case Mia Banks. I am a straight A’s student which makes my mom to always be proud of me. The only problem she has with me is the fact that I’m very blunt and give a befitting reply to everything,well according to her words I speak before I think. I have long brown hair and deep blue eyes. I am perfectly proportioned with a tiny waist and perfectly round butt with a perfectly full C cup which I am very proud of. I love my body,not too skinny and not too chubby too.

Servant are not allowed to leave the mansion without any proper notice to the Alpha. No lurking around after nightfall, all servant are to retire to bed after dinner. Male and female workers are prohibited from having any relationship inside the mansion. ( Punishable offense). Do your work and stay out from trouble. She says concluding. "How long have you been working here" I ask curiously. "Mm well I'm not sure, my mom brought me here when I was little but I think 20 years now" "Most of the servant here were slave" She continues saying, scratching her cornrow.

Every insult thrown at Mitch was music to his ears. Lord Arthur raised a hand to silence the others. “Enough. We cannot spend all day scolding him. The letter is clear. Mitch Jones has asked to break the bond. We accept that. But first, he must humble himself before this council. Mitch, you shall apologize openly before us, then the bond may be broken here in our presence.” All eyes turned to Mitch. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then Mitch gave a slow nod. His lips pressed together before he spoke in a quiet tone.

However, apparently, even the final resting place had its VIP section. My chuckle seemed to kick his enthusiasm up a notch. "It's right by the main road, super tidy, easy to get to—perfect for when friends and family come to visit." I gotta admit, his pitch got to me, and I was just gonna grab any old cheap plot. Card swiped, contract signed, I found myself hoping—maybe Keith would wander by, spot my stone, and spare a thought for me, even if it was just once a year. Back from the graveyard, I parked across from the pack's office.