Sis Bond Novels & Stories

Something was beginning to crack between them. “I can’t do it, Lilith. Please, don’t ask me to let you go,” Lucas said slowly, his voice full of pleading. The sire bond between them was growing stronger, even without them realizing it or wanting it to. Every emotion, every touch, and every word was binding them even more deeply now. “This is crazy. You’ve gone mad,” Lilith whispered. Lucas’s eyes flashed. “Maybe that’s true,” he replied in a low voice. “But I’ll still never let you just walk away.”

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

"I didn't know about Silas. I only knew that I couldn't breathe without you. I only knew that I’d kill anyone who tried to take you." "And that is exactly what makes you so dangerous," Sybilla said. She reached out, her fingers grazing the air between them. "The 'Lethal Bond' isn't love, Ivy. It’s a neural bridge designed to bypass your free will. Every time you think you’re choosing him, you’re just responding to a command line written in your blood." The station groaned. Above them, the ice began to crack. A deep, subsonic hum echoed through the walls—the same hum they had heard in the Harvest Room.

The sensation was electric. As they lowered themselves onto the sand, the cool grains shifted beneath their weight, embedding themselves into their skin, creating a tactile connection with the earth below. Nick’s hands roamed her body, tracing her curves, their touch light and reverent. He kissed her softly, first her forehead, then her lips, his mouth lingering as though time itself had slowed to a halt.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you, Miss Ellis?” “Completely,” I say, and I give her a pleasant smile. She doesn’t like the smile. I can tell because something behind her eyes shifts, then goes looking for a new angle. “This is an expellable offense.” “Mm,” I say, still smiling. “At best, we’re looking at suspension. At worst, your enrollment at Westbridge is–”

“Where are you headed?” “You don’t have to worry about that…sis.” He says before walking out and I cringe. Sis? Why does that name sound so awful, coming from him? Seems like acting as ‘just siblings’ is going to be harder than I thought.