Severed Ties Novels & Stories

But instead of being each other's helping hands and shoulders to lean on, I'd become his crutch. The urge to slump on the floor, cross my legs, and cry overwhelmed me. I couldn't image a life without Jude. Deep inside, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. Jude was it. He held every piece of me in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't give me the same because he didn't know where all his pieces were. He'd shattered into so many fragments and shards when Carrie passed away, we'd missed some, trying to clean up the mess. And others were so small they'd turned to dust, lost forever. There was no picture on the top of a box to indicate how his life should look after death, and we hadn'

I’m pretty sure that the moment he founds out that I will be the one who he’s going to marry, he will remember what I did to him at the bar. What did I even do to my past life to deserve all of this? Instead of focusing to my studies, I’m wasting all my time about this shit. Ah, damn. What should I do now? I don’t want to marry that man! I also tried to seduce him before kicking his ass and I told him that he broke my best friend’s heart! What if he will also found out that the best friend that I was talking about was his sister? That will be more embarrassing to my part!

Why would he have to cheat on me with Mike his best friend he could have told me he never did love me, than gone as far as cheating on me. I slowly walked down the road as it seems like a graveyard, I wipe the tears in my eyes with the back of my palm shivering like a lost chick, the wind blows off my hair as I packed it into a ponytail, and I saw a Billboard outstretched the road as it shines it Red light so bright, I could see it a motel as I walked towards it turning on both sides of the road making sure I wasn't followed, I hurried my steps as it seems someone else was walking right behind me, I shoved my way in. A man in his mid forty held a glass of whisky as he sat lost in thoughts I

The invisible thread that had once tethered us together, pulling, stretching, tightening, is now nothing more than severed strings, unraveling into nothingness. It’s over. Kane steps back, his movements slow, almost reluctant. His face gives nothing away, his posture stiff as if he’s holding himself together by sheer will alone. Then he speaks, his voice rough, quiet. “You’re free.” And just like that, it’s done. Our bond is broken. Just like I thought I wanted.

Not anymore. Because I broke her. When they lowered it into the earth, the sound of the straps creaking echoed through my skull. I saw the white lid dip slowly below ground level, inch by inch, until it disappeared completely. Gone. My legs buckled, but I didn’t fall. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. People stepped forward one by one, dropping roses into the grave. Each flower was a farewell, a piece of closure. Kaylee went next. She paused before she let go of the rose, tears trailing down her cheeks.

“Yeah. Tangled together for life and inseparable.” “Pfft! That’s weird, but okay. Let’s be vines, then.” ... Jason’s fingers closed around the rings. His hand trembled uncontrollably. Five years. She had ordered these rings five years ago. How had everything fallen apart in just five years?! Jason went back to his cold and silent room. Then he angrily threw the rings into the trash. His breathing grew ragged like a trapped animal. He slid down against the doorframe and collapsed to the floor as pain ripped through his chest.

Ronnie gave me one of those half-smiles and turned back to whatever story he was telling. They didn’t need me anymore. Not in that way. Jessie was still glowing like the afterburn of a fire—thriving on the chaos. Ronnie was busy lapping up his fifteen minutes of infamy like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. And me? I was disappearing. Not all at once. Not loudly. Just quietly slipping into something I couldn’t name. Fading, like a bruise that overstayed its welcome. I thought pulling away would feel like freedom.

“...is for you to follow through with the mate bond severance next month. No delays. No excuses.” His eyes narrowed, his frustration evident in how his jaw clenched. “You’re still set on that?” His voice dropped to a low growl. “After everything we’ve been through?” “‘Everything we’ve been through’ is exactly why I’m set on it,” I shot back, my tone unwavering. “This bond—it’s broken, Arthur. It’s destroying us both.” Arthur’s silence stretched ominously, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled with himself. Then his voice slid into something quieter, something laced with vulnerability. "You think severing it is going to fix anything?”

"I yearn to sever the ties that bind him to you..." My stomach churned at the thought. Severing ties wasn’t just about breaking a relationship. This was personal. He wasn’t just speaking of ending a marriage—he was speaking of destroying the person who stood in the way of his “love.” Severing. A clean break, but done with a slow, almost sadistic care. And it was clear—this man, whoever he was, wasn’t in any rush to end the husband’s life. No, he wanted Hyacinth to watch. He wanted her to feel his pain, to know the depth of his torment. Every word felt like a confession—a window into the mind of someone who revealed the idea of control.

“She’s not answering.” Dean clenched his fists, his wolf snarling inside him. “It’s not just that.” His voice was low, dangerous. “She’s gone.” Dylan froze, his entire body going rigid. Damien’s eyes flashed. “The bond?” Dean’s jaw locked. “It’s severed.” The room turned deadly silent. It wasn’t possible. A mate bond, once formed, wasn’t something that simply broke. Not unless something unnatural forced it apart. Dylan was already moving, throwing on a pair of jeans, his movements quick and controlled despite the anger radiating off him. “She wouldn’t just disappear. Not without telling us.”