Sis Bond Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

The beep went off and the silent room was filled with Kay Benson's soft snore. Although he left early for work the next day with a new zeal to make headway yet the state of their only surviving patient was getting worse. His illness had revealed a symptom of severe Tuberculosis. This discovery placed more pressure on him. Having received new blood samples from the patient this morning he went straight to work. Before noon, he had successfully extracted the toxins of the labeled samples and was running them with the genetically engineered antibodies. The lines on his forehead became more pronounced as ran the data. His face lit up when the monitor finally beeped showing a 0.001% BOND. "Finall

he muttered “Don’t call me Blair you son of a bitch, I swear I would rip your tongue from your throat if you keep calling me that” I blurted out furiously “I am sorry” he apologized “So back to business, I am tired of this conversation it’s getting boring, so what did you mean when you said join us,” I asked “We call ourselves the ROGANS and we can help protect you, show you the strength you possess and when I told our leader you were a hybrid, he went…

’ ‘Will he agree? ‘I don’t know. But isn’t it obvious that he doesn’t know even ‘C’ of the company?’ Artemis asked. ‘When our mate can stay peacefully with those brothers and sisters who are not even blood-related, then Santino is my very own cousin.’ ‘Okay. Whatever you think, right because just… just keep in mind that Sarah is bonded with her brothers and sisters because of LOVE. And Love is thicker than blood.’ “I’m ready.” Artemis sat on the bed and saw her mate.

"While I was doing my research, I found out that there are three different types of bonds. The natural, the artificial and the hybrid." Everyone listens while Sage speaks. "The natural is the regular one that we all know, while the artificial is the one is fabricated." Grayson stiffens at that. "And the hybrid is the one enhanced for fated mates," Sage says. "And you believe that the Grayson and I share might be artificial or a mix of the first two?" Malisha asks. "Yes," Sage replies. "I find it difficult to understand how you will be rejected three years ago, and are still drawn to each other to the extent that you can sense when one of you is in danger."

her voice goes low at the end. "She was upstairs for weeks don't you wonder what happened" she turns towards Ebere addressing her. "That's the Alpha business, not ours" the finality in Ebere tone makes the girl Aisha rise her hand in surrender. Lunch goes slowly, I sit there processing what just happened and I'm once more filled with millions of questions. Ebere shows me around the mansion, she tells me that I shall be working among the cleaning staff. I nod absent-minded, my thoughts going back to they conversation.

He jumped, surprised at the scrutiny but Linus turned away. “Jump in, we won't get another chance to swim for a while," Linus cast back over his shoulder as he pulled off his own shirt. The omega stood for a few moments; eyes caught by the bond mark marring his mate's skin. Pulling himself from his thoughts, he cast his eyes over the entire band enjoying the warm sun and cool water. Each of them sported the leather cord necklace around their neck with an iron fire pendant. Silvermist Company. It had to be their official emblem. It was the one thing Linus hadn't removed during their night together, but he didn't even seem to notice it was still on at the time.

“Reminds me of myself. I’m only rich in dicks.” I let out a loud laugh, unable to ignore her humor. Savannah is like the sweet relief in our crew, the life of the party, less-ambitious yet an achiever. As for Mason, last year he experienced an incredible breakthrough after the app he had silently built in his old garage sold for $ 150 million. It's been one massive success after another since then. “Come to LA.” Savy’s voice pulls me out of my blank state. “What?” “Why not?” She throws the question back at me. “You no longer have a grown-ass man to babysit—”