Severed Ties Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and started, “It's my vision. They are not as clear as they used to be. Sometimes they are blurry or incomplete, which makes it hard to avoid the coming disaster. I fear that I've lost my ability.” The vision about the coup against the palace would have been successful if I had gotten the complete vision. But I still didn't understand why the vision was cut short. I concluded that I had lost my Seer ability and I hoped that they would be able to help me restore. “When did that start happening? or rather, who did you meet before it started?” He asked. My mind went back to the first blurred vision I had which was the mate bond test between me and Selena. Selena’s face was

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”

I looked at her scornfully. "I'm not a recycling center. Why should I want you?" While dating Callista over the past few years, she hadn't helped me at all. All she had done was manipulate me relentlessly. That wasn't the kind of love I hoped for at all. I was going to grab this opportunity to cut off all ties with her. Before Callista could continue to speak, I got up and packed her things. "Please leave my home right now!"

I felt his teeth scrape along my skin, before sinking into it, leaving angry red marks behind. This was more like it. My hands left his ass and moved to his belt, undoing it and his pants in record time. Palming his erection, I squeezed hard, enjoying his involuntary thrust into my grasp. Moving from his dick, my hands tugged at the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. Then I started on his shirt, working the buttons through the holes as fast as possible. His mouth never left me. He nibbled along my skin until he reached my lips again. His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral.

I say softly, "I'd like to see you, please." "How can I deny such a sweet request?" Alex responds before quickly stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Standing proudly erect in front of me Alex murmurs, "Do you like what you see, Olivia?" I nod my head, words failing me as I lick my lips. "Well, that's enough seeing for a moment," Alex says, and I notice the grey tie from earlier in his hands. Gently, Alex binds my eyes and I am plunged into darkness. "I'll be back in a second," Alex lets me know.

The accent was not so deeply rooted but when he spoke, his voice always had that tone, melancholy, it could be called but it was like a soothing wind against her worries. Danica pushed back her tears and tried to remain strong even when her heart was shattering over and over again, she had to remain strong because she had promised him that she would. Tristan fell on her immediately after his climax while he tried to catch his breath. But she remained still, holding back whatever sobs that wanted to escape her throat while she tried to even out her breath. it was a hard task to do when the man on top of her was going to be leaving very soon. it was the most heart wrecking experience she had o

“Severance initiated.” The words landed like a blade driven straight through the center of the bond. I felt it the moment the core finished the sentence. A cold, precise pressure closed around the connection between Kael and me and began to pull. Not the gradual isolation of the earlier cycles. This was active separation. A section of the bond that had always carried the low, constant awareness of his presence simply went quiet, as if someone had cut a wire. Kael’s hand convulsed around mine. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. Through what remained of the connection I felt the failsafe surge in open triumph, black flooding his eyes until almost no amber remained.

Behind us, through the rear window, the pack lands I'd called home for five years shrank until the road curved and took them out of sight. As the distance grew, I reached for the mate bond — the thread I'd believed my whole life was unbreakable — and severed it. It didn't come apart cleanly. It felt like tearing something with roots already grown into me, and for one blinding second the pain of it was almost as sharp as the stairs. Then I reached for the pack bond underneath it, older, deeper, and cut that too, until nothing was tying me to any of it anymore.

The bond between us started to fray like a rope being pulled apart strand by strand. Trent stumbled backward. His hand flew to his chest and his face twisted in pain. His chocolate eyes went wide with shock and for a second, he looked like someone had just ripped his heart out. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He tried again, his lips moving, but still no words. I did not stop. I could not stop now. "I sever the bond that ties us together. From this moment on, you mean nothing to me. We are nothing."

Hello readers! How are you all Dear Readers, Thank you for joining me on this journey through Separate Ways: Bound to Be One. This story was born from a fascination with duality — the constant tug between fate and choice, light and shadow, loyalty and betrayal. In crafting the lives of Reese Taylor and James Anderson, I wanted to explore how two people from seemingly different worlds can find themselves bound by something far deeper than coincidence.