Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

"Actually, he has been threatening me. He has my family. He kidnapped my wife and kids, so I had no choice. I was forced to." "Interesting," Andre said. "Hmm, you had no choice, or was it the money he was sending to your account? Because I know you're on his payroll." "No, no, I'm not. I promise that I'm not," Zik denied. "So, you have been the one withdrawing money and giving it to Drew, which is why we cannot find any trace of him using his cards, isn't it?" Zik kept denying and refused to agree with Andre until Andre got upset and said to one of his underlings, "Get me my chainsaw."

Not only that, she was a hundred percent sure that she left all her hairpins in the shop. “That is not mine,” she stated but before she could even follow Sire, the young man grabbed her arm. “It is a gift from me,” he said. “Why would a stranger give me a jade hairpin?” she asked in return. “Because I finally got to meet the woman whom master is so proud of.”

Mitch’s. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the phone. She read each line carefully, and with every word, her blood ran colder. Mitch was planning to break the mate bond. She forced a smile, though her chest ached. Pushing the phone back to Edward, she lied, “I’m aware. We talked about it.” Edward’s eyes narrowed. “I see.” Then, leaning closer, he added softly, “We can re-bond. Please.” Lucille shook her head. “I didn’t know the tribunal was so careless, letting a private letter leak before their next sitting.”

his attorney says. “Fine, let us start with the first one. Knowledge of Alpha Arden’s embezzlement,” he turns to the triangle of people standing off the side, waiting to be called upon. “Tracker?” “Councilman ...” she begins, and then outlines the process of how the money was tracked. The other two, Hacker and Hijack, also speak to their roles in acquiring the information they found. A recording of the conversation between Alpha Arden, Alpha Christer, and Stellan is played, clearly outlining not only his knowledge of the embezzlement, but also Stellan’s suggestion of the alliance bond.

“You cannot win without losing something.” I met his gaze. “You already lost.” His brows knit together, irritation bleeding through composure. “Explain.” I smiled, and it felt like teeth. “You taught me power was taken,” I said. “That influence meant leverage. That bonds existed to be exploited.” I lifted my hand, feeling the ritual respond instantly. “But you forgot something essential.” “What?” I let the bond bloom fully—open, radiant, unguarded. “You can’t steal what’s freely given.”

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…

Liam narrowed his gaze down at the page and read it out loud. “Vinculum duplex...The Double Bond?” I nodded my head. “According to that book, ‘The Double Bond’ is the phenomenon of having a double-mating bond with two wolves. It’s rare. But it’s possible.” I gave Liam a chance to really read through the text while I tried to find a way to break the unsettling news to him, regarding our unfortunate family ties. From what I could only assume, Liam was not pleased with this revelation, nor did I expect him to be.

The weight of his fears and worries poured into the bond. Rosalind's mental landscape absorbed the information, her presence shifting from concern to calculation. Her mental voice turned thoughtful. "I can try," she said, "but I must be careful. The Order mustn't suspect our connection." A hint of caution crept into her tone. Tristan understood the unspoken risks. "I know," he replied. "We've kept our bond hidden for a reason." The memory of their secret bond, forged in childhood, flashed between them. The twin bond, a powerful and ancient connection, remained hidden from prying eyes.