Severance Fanfic Novels & Stories

He gives me a respect I’ve never known, a favoritism I’ve never experienced, and a sense of security I’ve never felt before. He makes me realize that even with my broken wings, even if others call me a cripple, I am still worthy of being loved deeply. But there’s just one thing that confuses me. Sever is very kind and gentle to me, yet he always avoids my affection. When I touch his paw, he blushes and dashes into the bathroom. When I kiss the corner of his mouth, he stiffens and pulls away. Even when I’m drunk, clinging to his paw and begging him to mark me, he flees the room like a startled rabbit and doesn’t return all night.

I could not make my voice work. Severin leaned in and kissed me. It was not gentle. It was demanding and deep and tasted like the end of every argument I had tried to make all night. His tongue slid against mine while his hand covered mine and kept my fingers moving on his cock. Soft needy sounds kept leaving me his mouth. My free hand gripped the lapel of his jacket because my legs no longer felt reliable. He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against my lips. “I am going to take you apart in this corridor while your stepfather looks for you. And you are going to let me, because the second you saw my cock you stopped wanting me to leave.”

"But you and I both know there are only two real solutions to a rejected mate bond. Acceptance or severance." My breath caught. "Severance? You mean..." "I mean formally severing the bond. It's rare, dangerous, and incredibly painful. But it's possible." His eyes held mine. "Is that what you want, Wren? To be free of him completely?" The question hung in the air. I should have said yes immediately. Should have jumped at the chance to end this torture, to cut the invisible thread that kept pulling me toward a man who'd broken my heart.

"Here. It's the single dollar I agreed to let you pay for the so-called wedding that never happened. It supposedly symbolizes one love for all eternity." I looked at his beet-red face and made my next words clear. "Now, I'm giving it back to you. This is your severance pay. "You were right, by the way. Let's just forget about getting married after all." Then, I stood up without looking at him again. I pushed open the cafe door and walked out, feeling the warm and cozy afternoon sun on my face. I felt absolutely liberated.

"The Severance severs the connection between individual and resurrection permanently. Even if The Balance attempted to resurrect her, the severing would prevent it from taking hold. She'd die again immediately." "Then we reconnect her somehow," Damian insisted desperately. "There must be some way to undo what The Severance did—" "The Severance was created by Balance founders specifically to be irreversible," Veena explained gently. "That's its purpose—permanent severing of corrupt resurrection. But that permanence applies to all severing, corrupt or otherwise. What it cuts cannot be reconnected." Through my fading consciousness, I felt Damian's desperation, his refusal to accept what was hap

“I’ll remind you what you are.” ​The silver seam flared, bright enough to make my eyes ache. ​Severance at five percent. ​“Kieran!” I screamed. “I’m here! Follow the pull. Follow me!” ​“I am,” he said, his voice faint. “But the frame is closing. I can feel the edges. They’re—” ​His voice cut off with a sharp gasp. ​“Kieran?” I cried. “Kieran, talk to me!” ​The seam flickered wildly, the silver light tearing and thinning out. The man grabbed my arm again. “If the seal completes, you’ll lose him from this layer. Forever.”

To maintain appearances, Carl had Sean secretly modify the master bedroom by replacing the king-sized bed with two single beds that could be joined together each morning before the maids cleaned. Aster and Carl continued their lives according to the contract. After three months of observing them, Merca eventually dropped her suspicions and returned to S Country to continue her passion for teaching. With Merca gone, Carl became increasingly focused on his work, both locally and abroad. For nearly a month, Aster had only seen him twice. She found herself missing his presence. He used to lie beside her for the past three months, but now she was alone. Even when he returned home, he would sleep

"Zachary, this slap is meant to wake you up. Look at yourself. You look like a madman! The Zachary I once loved died a long time ago—the moment you humiliated me for Vivian. "My life is good now. I have my studies, my friends, and my dreams. There's no place for you here. Not in the past, not now, and not ever." I bent down to help Vincent pick up his scattered books, then said my final words to Zachary, who still stood frozen. "Don't show up in front of me again." As soon as I finished speaking, I turned to Vincent. "Let's go, Vincent."

Lucas looked straight ahead and said gloomily, "With my mom in such a condition, we can only talk about the divorce in a month's time. I hope that we can get through one more month so that she won't have to worry about us. I'll give you an extra ten million dollars as reimbursement when we get the divorce." Chelsey responded calmly, "I don't care about the money. I married you to repay your kindness. I don't mind waiting an extra month." Chelsey was using her gratitude to cover up her true feelings for him. She did not want to admit that she had loved him. Perhaps it was best for both of them if she'd never loved him. When he heard that, Lucas turned to look at Chelsey. His gaze was deep and

I’m tired of hurting, tired of losing hope all the time. “No, please don’t do this, Sera. I will walk away from you if that was really what you wanted, but if you’re doing it to protect me, I won’t budge.” River inched closer to me. “Is that guy harassing you? Because I swear to the Goddess if he does something like that again, I will-” He halted on his threat, growling already, but composed himself. I slowly shook my head, “No, it’s… complicated, but Severin and I were in a deal similar to ours. Yes, he kissed me last time, but it was an accident.”