Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

I’ll never be as happy as my brother. Jared and Crystal are the perfect example of what the mate bond should look like. They are obsessed with each other. I have been chasing that high for years with random humans. I have tried to have what they have, but I can’ t have that. I may never get that now. Amilee stole that from me with holes in the condoms. I reach out and grab her throat before I can think about it. I start to squeeze when a fist collides with my head and I drop her.

What followed was the darker, slower pressure of interrogation at a distance, filtered through the bond in uneven waves of controlled aggression and cold satisfaction. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands locked together and let the bond tell me what the words would later confirm: the buyer had possessed a partial mirrored fragment, not a full original set. He had been trying to validate it before offering it to a third party who specialized in high-value retrievals. The third party had not yet received the package. The fragment was recoverable. The buyer’s network of secondary contacts was finite. And Damian was already closing those remaining doors. Near mid-morning the bond shifted

"I was only trying to reclaim what Victor Vane promised my family! The bearer bonds in this vault... they were assigned to my father in 1994!" "Victor Vane had no authority to assign anything," Aria said, stepping up beside Damian. She looked down at Renard with eyes that held no anger—only a profound, cold contempt. "The bonds in this vault were forged using assets stolen from my mother’s family during the European purges. Every euro in these boxes belongs to the Vance-Aegis Sovereign Fund." Aria reached down, picking up the fallen leather journal from the dust. She opened it, scanning the handwritten cipher codes before tapping a command on her glass tablet.

In Mistbrook Valley, there's a custom. If a she-wolf still hasn't met her fated mate after her first shift, she can choose a mate herself. All she has to do is carve a little horn lantern and hang it on a hawthorn tree. Whoever wants her takes it down. Silas Rowan, the Moon Goddess's priest, and I grew up together. That lantern should have been his to take. But I waited all night, and the one who finally took it down was Gideon Ward, the young Alpha who had just returned from the North. "I fell for you the moment I saw you." His voice was low, and the tips of his ears were red. "Marry me, Evelyn." After we bonded, when I had a fever, he'd carry me on his back over three ridges through the ni

The realization brought him a profound sense of purpose, and he welcomed the bond with open arms. Stefan Stefan’s heart pounded as the bonding ceremony began. The sensations were as rich and decadent as their history, deep honor reverberating through his core. His bond with Lotus formed effortlessly, allowing him to sense her thoughts and feelings. They became two parts of the same entity, yet different and special.

I breathed a sigh of relief at the realization that it was the sire bond with our people that forced me into the coffin. Friedrich and our people were safe as long as I kept my cool. If we could find a way of breaking the sire bond completely, I wouldn’t have to take such long naps! My eyes snapped in my father’s direction as the thought formed. If anybody was able to find a way of breaking that bond, it had to be my father. We could all be free if we did. But, today wasn’t the day to talk about it. I wanted to walk around the gardens and I wanted to see how our people were doing. I also wanted to make sure that all the arrangements for the wedding were on track. I knew my mother would have

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

He drove the car, with the kids in the back and me seated in the passenger seat, straight to the border. I mindlinked the entire pack. "I, Storm Alexander Mathijs Snowden, denounce my title as Alpha of the Frozen Bone Pack and offer the pack to Beta Jackson to rule in my stead until my brother is of age." I felt some power leave me, but I knew I could still beat Jackson if I wanted to. "It’s done." I said to Alpha Jackson. "If you try to double cross me, I will fucking kill you, and this will all have been for nothing."

But he got some bad news out of nowhere. "A hundred million?" He furrowed his brow together. "Yeah, it was stolen within ten seconds. It's probably done by the same person as last time," Michael said with his head hung low. "So you're saying that they're making a comeback?"

"I would've but your hair bond was showing the house as your location but the bracelet was saying otherwise." The lilac coloured hair bond was still in my hair so I impulsively looked at my wrist and it was bare. My lilac bracelet was missing. JB stole it. I narrated the whole ordeal to him as to how I ended up out of the house and on the streets. I left out the almost-rape part. "Apparently, the bracelet was stolen and it kept moving at a funny ass pace too. I resorted to the bond and luckily for me I found you. It was a traumatizing event." His voice went low.