Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

Jones states. The familiar statements ring in my ears, and I sigh. I can’t believe I missed Jack stealing nearly four million dollars from me. I was so blind. “As stated before, Your Honor, theft and fraud are the main charges against Mr. Aldridge, so we ask that the seized funds be returned to Ms. Bowen,” Mr. Adair says, then he glances at me. I nod, knowing what’s coming next.

The screen was littered with missed calls and messages, most from Alicia with a few from Maria. Not a single one from the man I ran away from last night. Not like I was expecting any. A different notification caught my eye. A credit alert. Twenty million dollars. He sent it. For a few minutes, I stared at the numbers, half expecting them to disappear, to correct themselves into something reasonable. But they remained, taunting me with those clear, unmistakable digits. He kept his end of the bargain, but I couldn't help the bitter scoff that escaped from my lips.

"Comes home from college and steals her best friend's man. Sounds like a real stand-up mate." "Watch your tongue," Pete growled from the shadows near the door. He stepped forward, his presence filling the space, and Jenny flinched. "My daughter didn't steal anything. The bond doesn't ask permission. It doesn't check relationship status. It recognizes, and it binds. You know this, Jenny. Your own parents were bonded the same way, your father was engaged to someone else when your mother walked into Henderson's Gas Station." Jenny's face reddened, but she didn't argue.

He is sitting in a ruined study with a shattered hand, watching his secondary public offering collapse into absolute non compliance because he cannot clear a standard twenty million dollar bond. He tried to raid my grandfather's safe, Vivienne said, turning her head slightly but keeping her eyes fixed on Damian's reflection. He actually thought those physical bearer bonds were still waiting for him in the concrete wall. He expected fifty million dollars in liquid paper to pull him out of the tax evasion freeze I laid on his Cayman accounts.

After they left, Cassian turned to Adrian. "They're trying to create doubt. 'Examine the bond for corruption'-implying it might be tainted." "And if we'd agreed, they'd have found 'problems' that didn't exist. Given themselves excuse to try breaking it." Adrian's jaw clenched. "Subtle. Insidious. Almost worked." "Almost." Cassian squeezed his hand under the table. "But we know their playbook now." Through the bond, their connection hummed strongly. [Soul Bond Synchronization: 99%]

"How efficient. I will wear you both at once." He reaches for us. I reach back. Not for him. For Kael. For the bond. For the love that is stronger than any ancient evil. The soul-bond ignites. Silver light explodes from our joined hands. It fills the dark. Shatters the mirrors. Burns the reaching hands to ash. The Borrowed King screams. A thousand voices. A million stolen faces. "You cannot kill me!" he shrieks. "I am eternal! I am the first!" "You are a thief," I say. My voice is steady. Kael's strength flows through me. My light flows through him. "And thieves lose everything when the stolen is reclaimed."

“Amputation.” Lorak’s mouth tightened—not anger, not offense. Fatigue. “Bonds are destabilizing weapons,” he said. “They compromise judgment. They pull people into harm they can’t see until it’s too late. I cut to contain the blast radius.” The bond behind Tharien’s sternum felt like a blade drawn along its edges—pressure skimming the thread without severing it. He breathed through the threat. “You don’t contain,” he said. “You hollow.”

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

To argue. To demand. But then she heard the word, Collateral. Her body went cold. Removed what was not yours to remove. Return what belongs to me. Belongs. Her stomach twisted. Belongs? The door was slightly ajar. She hadn’t realized. She hadn’t knocked. She heard Dominic’s voice next. “She is not negotiable.” Her breath caught. Negotiable? Negotiable to who? What was this? Debt ownership. Leverage. Location leak.

The rogue didn’t speak again, but his presence was a constant weight on my chest. I could feel the bond at my neck pulsing, responding to the shift in the atmosphere. The rogue’s words rang in my mind: The bond is a weapon. The realization hit me like a wave. I had always thought of the bond as a curse, something that connected me to Kael, something that had been forced on me. But now, it was clear. The bond wasn’t just a connection to him. It was a source of power, one that could shape my destiny.