Ruthless Bond Novels & Stories

Gosh this man here is trying to make me a confused human, how did I even end up here I thought to myself. "Few minutes ago. You saw me vomiting almost collapsed in your presence ROGERS!!" "Okay Rita, if you must know. I MUST MARRY HER!!! I need to prolong my wealth, I need it to grow. And you don't get to act like a fool in her presence."

“Strong alpha response. That confirms it.” “Confirms what?” Alex asked. “That your bond isn’t just awakening,” Rachel replied. “It’s locking.” Silence crashed down. Alex felt dizzy. “That’s impossible. We’re resisting it.” Rachel tilted her head. “Resistance doesn’t stop fate. It only raises the price.” Brian stepped closer to Alex, not touching him but close enough that Alex could feel the warmth of him. ❄️ “What do you want?” “A compliance evaluation,” Rachel said simply. “If this bond continues to destabilize without acknowledgment, the Council may intervene.”

I only hissed softly, forcing myself not to double over. “You will feel much worse if you keep being stubborn,” another threatened. I know. There is no need for threats like this. The filth and cruelty of Nightshade have already been in my blood for years. What I never expected was to be the one tortured. Framed and cornered, just like Marva and her family. Is this the risk of living inside a syndicate? No. This is not a risk. This is something I need to fix. So I will not confess. I will endure, and I will prove who is truly guilty.

The idea of a genetic bond explaining the years of aggressive tension seemed almost too neat, too terrifyingly convenient, yet it accounted for the inexplicable physical changes. “So all this… the heat, the need for control, the aggression… it’s all just biology?” he whispered, his voice sounding hollow. “It’s the raw, violent truth of two complementary forces struggling to find equilibrium,” I confirmed, pouring absolute, cold conviction into the lie. “And until I neutralize the threat that is hunting you, you will follow my command, because the only thing stronger than this Bond is the deadly ancient rule that demands your elimination, a truth that now defined the absolute terms of their d

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

My created bond was the newest but it was built on genuine connection and choice rather than just destiny. Dr. Lorett explained the mechanics, the big grammar made the situation feel even more hopeless. "Each bond draws energy from Tehila's life force to maintain itself. One bond is perfectly sustainable for a healthy werewolf. Two bonds are manageable in the short term but cause strain. Three active bonds are literally killing her." "Break mine," Dalton said immediately, not even pausing to consider alternatives. "I have caused enough damage to her already. I will not let my bond be the reason she dies too."

The results are instant, and the headlines make my breath catch. “Adrian Blackwood: The Ruthless King of the Hospitality Industry.” “Youngest Billionaire Hotelier, Known for Taking Down Competitors with Precision.” I stare at the screen, a slow smile spreading across my lips. Maybe, just maybe, I’ve found my way out.

He blankly stated. "That's bullshit, Mateo! You broke that treaty the day you threatened to kill me in front of your men." "Enough! Jesus!" Rafe angrily yelled at us. "You're giving me a fucking headache. Holy fuck! The way you're carrying on, Mila is probably having nightmares right fucking now." Rafe uttered in disbelief. "Don't get me started on you, Rafe," I told him in anger. "Hera, I swear to God." He warned me so I angrily looked out the window. The car dawned in silence and I could feel Mateo's eyes burning into my skin.

He was holding his coffee like it was keeping him alive. “You mentioned a charity gala,” I said. He blinked. “The one you told me to shove up my ass because you had ‘more important things to do’?” I looked at him without answering. “Yes. Exactly that one.” Andrew sighed the long, suffering sigh of a man who’d learned not to argue. “One moment.” He left, then came back with an envelope so thick it could’ve stopped a bullet. The thing was heavy, glossy, gold-embossed in a way that looked both expensive and tacky. I didn’t need to check the sender. Nera Petrovna, wife of Alexandr the Third—Pakhan of the Bratva. Her style was impossible to miss.

Alessia’s Point of View. I’ll never forget the shock of meeting his parents. Ethan had always been bitter. Rough. Arrogant. Ruthless. But nothing prepared me for the source of it all. His parents weren’t just distant, they were cruel. Elegant in their cruelty. Polished, practiced. Their words didn’t need to be loud to hurt. They were soft and sharp. The way his mother looked at me... Like I didn’t belong in her line of vision. That alone made me know I wasn't welcomed.