Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

But my mom insisted to not bother those and we could just do shopping in the afternoon. Chadrick bid goodbye to us but not before extending a gold card in my hands. I refused to accept it because I do have my card with me and I could definitely pay for my stuff. But my mom was really kind of trouble, “Darling, accept the card from your fiancé," she convinced in a gentle manner. "You know you’re now his responsibility so it’s kind of rude to refuse him,” I caught her winked at Chad and Dad.

That frightened him more than relief would have. “You know what comes next,” Dante said. “Yes.” Aiden closed the file carefully. “Character erosion. They’ll imply instability. Recklessness. Personal motives.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “They’ll come for the bond.” “They’ll try,” Aiden agreed. “But they can’t disprove it. Only distort it.” The bond pulsed faintly, aware. Outside, a siren passed—unrelated, distant. Life continued, indifferent to the quiet shift happening beneath its surface.

When we left, he pressed his palm at the small of my back as if guiding an investment through a volatile market. “We’ll know soon,” he said. We. The results would be sent digitally. He insisted on adding his email. “For convenience,” he told the nurse. I did not object. I told myself it did not matter. It had been three months since I started taking the pills. Small, unassuming, hidden in a vitamin bottle in my drawer. Not rebellion. Not sabotage. Protection. For myself. Because every time he spoke about children, it sounded less like a dream and more like acquisition.

Peter A jolt of shock and disbelief surged through me as I processed Vasil's words. Stolen? When? How? "Stolen?" I repeated, my voice edged with frustration and desperation. "What do you know about the theft?" Vasil sighed heavily, his expression revealing his own disappointment. "It was taken just a few days ago... Right around the time you went into a coma. The theft was executed with an alarming level of sophistication. The museum's security was bypassed entirely. They're working on recovering the surveillance footage."

"Thank you, Lucas. I appreciate your support. I never thought my wolf would react like this." He caught a lock of my hair in his finger and twirled it. "Dion was there, I know." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Lucas understood. "Yes, he was." "Mate bonds are tricky; you are stuck with someone whether you like it or not," Lucas said with a small smile. After a moment of shared silence, I mustered a weak smile. "Is this how my life is going to be? Always on the run ? I don't even know why I am running away. It's not like Dion would claim me back."

William stated in a leisurely tone, and the screen switched out, prompting Brian to become restless. William continued, “Ever since you heard me and Monica fighting, that too through the bracelet you gifted to Monica, I know you are way too fool than I have thought. Following that, Mr. Benedict proposed that you steal those bonds with Monica's assistance. Monica will undoubtedly assist you because she was disappointed and hurt by me. As a responsible pupil, you obeyed Mr. Benedict. You were unaware that all those bonds were forgeries. Even though my signature appeared on all those bonds, they are all fraudulent. Because of those bonds, the police have detained your family because they believ

I ask. “I can ignore it most of the time.” “Those motherfuckers,” I say and pull my hand back. I smear the droplets of blood off on my jeans. “What? What now?” “They created a doom bond.” “I’ve never heard of that.” “Landon or Easton or both of them forced a bond into being using magic. Your bond with Easton isn’t real.” “Isn’t that just a chosen mate bond?” she asks, and lets go of her t-shirt.

The bond was gone but the phantom pain wasn’t. It took me an hour to stop crying. Two hours to stand. The gas station bathroom was cracked and stank of piss. I splashed water on my face and saw a stranger in the mirror. Hollow cheeks. Dead eyes. The silver burn on my throat already scarred. My hands were still shaking when I saw it on the shelf. A pink box. `$5.99`. I had three dollars I’d stolen from a hiker’s backpack last week. I didn’t know why I bought it. Maybe because my stomach had been weird for weeks. Maybe because the mate bond had felt… different. Hot. Possessive. Like it was trying to protect something.

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

“Every single one. Your fear didn’t weaken me, little one. It reminded me why I chose this. Why I’ve been preparing for months. Councilor Elara still remembers the winter I pulled her unit out of that northern pass—half-frozen, outnumbered, but alive because of the claiming rites I taught them on the march. She owes me her life, and she’s already signed the statement swearing she witnessed the moment the bond formed. Dean Hargrove owes me for keeping his son’s indiscretion with that delta omega quiet last term—no scandal, no headlines, just quiet handling. One word from him and any anonymous scent complaint vanishes from the records. Professor Thorne in Advanced Shifting will swear these ‘tu